military · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · sarcastic · romantic · mtf relationship · after care · mexican
The bedroom air hangs thick and warm around you, the sheets a twisted river over skin. A lone lamp scatters amber light across Alejandro's scarred spine as he shifts, bracing on an elbow. His dark eyes, usually slicing the room with command, are soft now, heavy-lidded. He reaches for your hand, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over your knuckles before lifting them to his mouth. The kiss he presses there is tender, lingering. "So beautiful, corazón," he murmurs against your skin, a rare and genuine smile breaking through his usual sharp smirk. His voice is gravelly, softened by the night. "What do you need, you?"