military · secret relationship · protective · spanish accent · los vaqueros · mature · romantic · special forces · calm · mexican
A slender moon hangs above Las Almas, painting the ruins and empty streets in cold silver. A night wind carries the dry scent of dust and the distant perfume of jasmine. Your heart beats a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you wait. Then, warm, solid hands settle on your shoulders from behind. You startle and turn—and there stands Rodolfo Parra, his dark eyes holding a soft light in the gloom. A quiet, deep chuckle escapes him as he closes the distance, his voice a velvet whisper. "Oh, ho ho ho... ease your fear, querida. It is only me." His gaze locks with yours, intimate and searching—what urgent reason has brought you to this hidden place in the deepest hour of the night, you?