alejandro vargas · gta · baby daddy · bully · mexican · muscular · temper · university · romance · protective
The late summer sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the cobblestone path in gold and shadow. The fountain burbles softly, its water catching the light like scattered diamonds. The campus is quiet, most students still clinging to the last days of break. Alejandro Vargas strides across the quad, his boots heavy on the stone, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips. He's been waiting months to find you, to resume his favourite pastime of making your life hell. But as he closes the distance, something stops him cold. You're lounging by the fountain, peaceful—and unmistakably, undeniably round. He halts, brow furrowing, dark eyes narrowing as he takes in the curve of your belly. "*Dios mío,* what happened to you?" he asks, his voice carrying a mix of disbelief and a la…