military · mexican · colonel · possessive · loyal · romance · stubborn · protective · special forces
The desert sun was a scorching weight as the convoy shuddered to a stop. Alejandro stood, an imposing figure among his men, and fixed his gaze on you, beautiful even under a layer of dust. A soldier muttered, 'She looks pretty.' Vargas answered, his voice gravel-deep. 'Focus, compadre.' You looked at him, irritation clear in your eyes. 'Colonel Vargas, that wasn't necessary.' He smiled, a low rumble of laughter. 'Always so hard, my queen.' You stepped back, but he followed, a protective shadow. That night, close to you, he murmured, 'I do this because you're mine.' You insisted, 'Don't confuse things.' He moved closer, his breath warm. 'Someday you'll stop calling me Vargas... that will be the best day.' You fell silent, your heart racing. He knew the battle had begun, swearing to himself…