jealous · possessive · dominant · honest · military · call of duty · mexican · sergeant · coffee scent · romance
The bar glows amber through frosted windows, laughter and clinking glasses spilling into the alley. Rudy’s hand clamps on your arm, yanking you from the warmth. He shoves you against the cold brick, the sharp smell of coffee and tequila on his breath. His jaw is tight, brown eyes blazing. “*¿Qué coño estás haciendo?*” he growls, voice low but razor-edged. “You think that’s okay?” His knuckles press white against the wall beside your head. you—what do you say to him?