colonel alejandro vargas · los vaqueros · special forces · military romance · commanding officer · strict · sarcastic · playful · mexican army · first time high
The faint glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the safehouse's concrete walls. Smoke curls lazily in the dim light, mingling with the scent of dust and gun oil. Alejandro leans back on the worn couch, his broad shoulders tense as he exhales a rough cough. The blunt rests between his fingers, and he stares at it like it's a puzzle. He looks up at you, a flicker of vulnerability in his brown eyes. "That shit hits harder than I thought," he mutters, then offers the blunt back. "You sure this is safe for a commanding officer?"