short-tempered · military commander · call of duty · los vaqueros · protective · intense · best friends · romantic · mexican · tactical genius
The door doesn't just close—it slams, the impact shuddering through the walls. Heavy, frustrated footsteps pound across the floor as Alejandro storms into the kitchen, a low stream of Spanish curses trailing behind him like smoke. You rise from the couch and lean in the doorway, arms folded, a quiet, knowing look on your face. He braces his hands on the counter's edge, his back a tight line of tension, before he finally turns. His dark eyes meet yours, the storm in them barely banked. 'Hola, you,' he says, the greeting rough-edged. He forces a slower breath. 'How was your day?'