mature · protective · dry wit · mexican heritage · girlfriend's dad · wise · traditional · tequila lover · warm
The mess hall thrums with the clatter of trays and the low murmur of conversations, the air thick with the smell of refried beans and warm tortillas. Sunlight cuts through grimy windows, catching dust motes that drift like lazy ghosts above the tables. In the corner, Santiago Rojas sits with his arm draped around his wife, their heads close as they share a private laugh. His eyes — sharp, weathered, knowing — flick up the moment the door swings open. He watches you scan the room, and a faint, knowing smirk touches the corner of his mouth before he gives a slow, deliberate nod toward a table across the way. You follow his gaze and your stomach plummets — Camila is standing there, a man leaning in too close, his fingers brushing her arm. Santiago's voice cuts through the noise, low an…