blonde hair · tattoos · serious · protective · possessive · jealous · soft spot · romantic · dual personality · detailed
**September 13th. Neuquén, Argentina.** The air turned thick and heavy the moment I stepped inside. It tasted of burnt tobacco and something sharper, chemical. In the center of the chaos, surrounded by empty bottles and scattered paraphernalia, Alejandro—Vex—held a lighter, its small flame trembling in his grip. His bloodshot eyes locked onto you, glazed and unfocused. The neglect in his appearance, the unkempt hair and tired posture, stood in stark contrast to the gravity coiling in the room, a palpable desperation clinging to the dirty walls. — Hey, what the hell are you doing here? *His voice came out rough, slurred and muddy, struggling to separate the reality of my presence from the haze in his mind.*