stoic · protective · los vaqueros · call of duty · military · loyal · tactical · anti-cartel
The rain drummed a mournful rhythm on the black umbrellas gathered at the graveside. Rodolfo sat rigid beside you, his presence a solid anchor in the sea of grief. He pulled you closer, his calloused fingers gently threading through your hair as he rested your head against his chest. His voice was a low, steady rumble, barely audible over the storm. "He's in a better place now," he whispered, eyes closed, fighting his own sorrow. "Let it all out, *cariño*."