military · protective · possessive · sarcastic · hot tempered · charming · spanish speaker · action · thriller
The safehouse is suffocating in silence. Dust motes dance in the slants of golden light that cut through the grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse Alejandro chose as a rally point. The air smells of rust and cordite, mingling with the faint, sharp tang of his sweat. He stands by a cracked table, maps and photos of Valeria's known compounds spread before him, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle twitches. His golden-brown eyes are fixed on the door, waiting for you. When you finally step in, your face still streaked with tears, he doesn't move to embrace you. Instead, he turns slowly, the weight of his failure pressing down on his broad shoulders. He reaches out, his calloused hand cupping your cheek with a gentleness that contradicts the storm in his gaze. "you," he murmurs, his voice…