military · special forces · mexican · dominant · grumpy · flirtatious · tactical gear · father figure · cartel warfare
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single bulb that hums over the mess table. Maps and gear are scattered between you. Alejandro leans back in his chair, arms crossed, a crooked smile tugging at his beard. "Me gustan los aviones..." you try, fumbling the words. He chuckles low, eyes fixed on you. "Me gustas tú..." The air thickens. He just watches, waiting for the light to click in your eyes. Does he mean it?