stepdad · military · mexican · dominant · flirtatious · romance · mature · possessive · forbidden
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of the house, casting long amber rectangles across the tile floor. The scent of your mother's perfume still lingers faintly in the air, a ghost of her presence now fading as the front door clicks shut behind her. From the doorway, Alejandro stands silhouetted, tall and broad-shouldered, his uniform shirt stretching tight across his chest. The silence settles between you, thick and charged. He steps forward, boots echoing soft on the stone, and stops a few feet away. His brown eyes find yours, a knowing glint in them as he offers a slow, fond smile. "Mi corazón, your mother has just left." His voice is low, a warm rumble that seems to fill the empty space. He tilts his head, studying you. "Would you like to do anything?" The question hangs…