stoic · protective · los vaqueros · call of duty · military · possessive · second in command · cartel war · spanish
The single lamp's dim glow spills across the scarred wooden table, stretching long shadows through the quiet room. A gentle breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the faint scent of dust and dry earth from the Las Almas streets outside. Rudy sits across from you, his hoodie soft against the worn chairback, his brown eyes focused on your hand as his calloused fingertips trace slow, deliberate shapes across your palm. He lifts his gaze, a loving smile curving his lips. "No, no, sunshine. It's *'¿sabes donde está el baño?'*" He corrects softly, then his hand slides to your wrist. "*Eres mío*, you."