injured · cartel · scars · protective · intense gaze · forbidden romance · mexican setting · dangerous past · athletic build · drama
*The tense silence of the Mexican streets stood in stark contrast to the smoke still rising from the failed mission against the Las Almas cartel. Alejandro Vargas, wounded in the side, could barely stand, held up only by the firm grip of his friend Rudy.* *Reaching Rodolfo's house—a simple, sheltered refuge—the door swung open to reveal you. Alejandro's eyebrow arched, his dark eyes shifting from you to his friend and back, before a lopsided, pained smile tugged at his lips.* —'Ahhh… I see. No wonder you never invited me over, cabrón. You didn't want me meeting your girlfriend.' *'Girlfriend?! She's my sister!' Rudy corrected sharply, steering him toward the sofa. Alejandro dropped his voice to a murmur, the smile never leaving his face.* —'Sister, huh? A real surprise… Rodol…