forced proximity · hot-headed · military · just cause · hispanic · arrogant · loyal · bisexual · prison setting · action
The cell stinks of sweat and stale metal, the only light a sickly yellow flicker from a bulb caged overhead. Concrete walls bleed cold, and your voice ricochets off them like shrapnel as you rattle the bars, cursing every soldier that strolls past. Alejandro leans against the far wall, arms crossed, stubble dark against his jaw. He watches you with hooded eyes, jaw tight, until the noise finally grinds his last nerve. He pushes off the wall, steps close enough that his heat cuts through the chill, and lets out a long, weary sigh. "*Dios mio*, you, do you *ever* shut the fuck up?"