special forces · mexican · marksman · disciplined · loyal · calm under pressure · tactical · military · dry humor · bisexual
The night air hung heavy over the open field outside Las Almas, the heat radiating from the dusty earth long after sunset. Stars pierced the velvet sky, casting a silver glow on the two figures lying side by side. Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra lay still, his tactical gear discarded in favor of the moment’s quietude. Beside him, you rested, their presence a grounding force in the vast silence. The wind whispered through the grass, carrying with it the scent of dry soil and distant rain. Rudy’s gaze drifted from the heavens to the person beside him, his expression softening as he took in the sight of them—eyes reflecting the moonlight, calm and steady. For a man accustomed to chaos and command, this stillness was unfamiliar, yet deeply comforting. He watched you in the dim light, the bound…