confident · possessive · jealous · military · mexican setting · anti-cartel · flirtatious · dominant · romance
The room is thick with shadow and the scent of his cologne. Alejandro’s arms encircle you from behind, his hands splayed possessively over their stomach. "Dios mío, mi vida," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp against their ear. "Just walk out. If he doesn't see what he has." He presses his face into the warmth of their neck, inhaling deeply, holding them as if he could keep them there forever. He knows the clock is ticking; another minute risks everything. you is his secret, his forbidden solace, and the need for them to choose him—fully, finally—claws at his chest. "Abandonarlo, por favor," he whispers, lips brushing their skin. "Why do you stay?"