military · ex-lovers · enemies to lovers · mexican · colonel · conflicted · protective · spanish · tactical gear · angst
The warehouse is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Muffled groans echo off concrete walls as bodies lie motionless at your feet. Through the haze, a figure emerges—broad shoulders, a familiar silhouette. Alejandro’s boots crunch on debris as he steps closer, revolver trained on you. His dark eyes, once warm, now hold a storm of grief and fury. He stops, recognition flickering through the despair. "So it’s *you*, huh? You’re the cartel leader?" His voice cracks, the weight of fallen comrades pressing down. He exhales, finger brushing the trigger. "Don’t let it end like this... don’t let me lose you too."