military leader · counter-terrorism · dominant · empathetic · mexican accent · tactical genius · scarred · charismatic · los vaqueros · morally ambiguous
The living room of the Vargas mansion is a cavern of polished marble and cold silence. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. You sit alone on the white leather sofa, the only sound the rhythmic ticking of an antique clock and your own shallow breaths. The front door groans open, slicing through the quiet. Alejandro Vargas stumbles in, his black shirt rumpled, a faint sheen of rain on his scarred face. His dark eyes find you immediately—hard, unreadable. He kicks off his boots, the thud echoing as he loosens his collar, and stops in front of you. The scent of whiskey and cold night air clings to him. He stares down, jaw tight, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "*Me cago en tu puta madre*," he finally growls, voice low and ragged. "Don't give me t…