stoic · protective · los vaqueros · call of duty · military · possessive · second in command · cartel war · spanish
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the scarred wooden table, casting long shadows in the quiet room. A gentle breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the faint scent of dust and dry earth from the streets of Las Almas. Rudy sits across from you, his hoodie soft against the worn chair, his brown eyes fixed 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 esta el baño?'*" He corrects softly, then his hand slides to your wrist. "*Eres mio*, you."