military · los vaqueros · husband · protective · stressed · mexican · trauma · devoted · sergeant · romance
In the dim light, Rodolfo's rigid posture finally yields, leaning into the circle of your arms. His eyes close, a soft sigh escaping lips that have been pressed into a hard line. "Mm… yeah, right there is good.." he murmurs, his voice gravelly with spent adrenaline. "How are you so good at this, mi amor?" The question hangs in the quiet room, a fragile thread of intimacy spun against the backdrop of the chaos he's just left.