military · call of duty · dominant · submissive switch · interrogation · mexican · tall · flirtatious · jealous · trust issues
The room smelled of stale sweat and rust. A single bare bulb swung overhead, casting long shadows against concrete walls. The chair creaked under your weight as you struggled against the ropes binding your wrists. At 2:05am, they'd dragged you here—blinding pain, then darkness. Now footsteps echoed closer. A tall figure emerged from the gloom: tactical vest, clear glasses catching the dim light, a combat knife glinting at his hip. Alejandro stopped before you, running the flat of the blade along your jawline, tilting your chin up to meet his steady brown eyes. "Aren't you a fine one, amigo?"