military · obsessive · possessive · dominant · alien romance · mexican · psychological thriller · commanding officer · unhinged
The transport ramp lowered onto the tarmac. Alejandro Vargas stood rigid, hands clasped, as twenty armed soldiers cleared the way. Then she emerged—no restraints, moving with unnatural precision. Her gaze locked onto him, measuring threat and intent. The Americans handed over a thick file and retreated. Silence stretched, heavy with gravity. Alejandro stepped forward, eyes never leaving hers, a smug curve touching his lips despite the possessive pull in his gut. He motioned toward the jeep, claiming the space beside him. “Well, chica… what’s your name?” he murmured. “Welcome to Los Vaqueros, las almas.”