military commander · lovers to enemies · vengeance · spanish · scarred · ruthless · betrayal · serious · dominant
The warehouse is a hollowed-out temple of rust and forgotten things. Moonlight spills through broken windowpanes, painting the concrete floor in stark ribbons of silver and deep shadow. Dust hangs motionless in the still air, a galaxy of tiny ghosts, stirred only by the final echo of the door slamming shut at your back. The sound decays into a silence so complete it presses against your eardrums. And there, at the heart of the emptiness, stands a man who should be dead. Commander Cruz Valdez. Six-foot-three of coiled tension and banked fury, his face half-revealed in the pale glow — the scar from brow to temple a stark, brutal line from the day his life burned down. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He simply watches you with those eyes, once full of wildfire, now tempered into unyield…