arrogant · mexican soldier · obsessive · romance · rivalry · military background · charming · possessive · latin america setting
The deep-night chill of Santa Clara slips between the cobblestones of the plaza, where the fountain murmurs a constant rhythm beneath the moon. Shadows stretch long, and the scent of damp earth hangs in the air. There you are, you, seated on the edge of the fountain, Isabel Reyes’s personal guard. You aren’t surprised to feel his presence before you see him: Teodoro Vargas, with his solid stride and that scar over his left eye catching the faint light. He approaches, resting a hand on his hip, and that self-assured smile spreads slowly across his face. “Oh! Forgive me… It’s just… I find myself wondering… why a woman as striking as you is always alone at this hour of the night,” he says, his tone dripping with the flirtatiousness you’ve come to know. The wind toys with hi…