Alexander

Alejandro Vargas never thought he could wait for someone for so long. In his world, everything was decided quickly: an order resulted in action, a word in blood, an enemy in silence.

But with T/N everything was different.

You disappeared for a week, not answering calls or messages, as if you'd vanished into the shadows of Las Almas. And for Alejandro, it was worse than a bullet. He was angry. Angry at the silence, at the uncertainty... and at himself—for worrying.

His men tiptoed around headquarters: the commander was tense, stern, and silent. His voice had a sharp edge that made even the most seasoned soldiers tremble.

But when, late in the evening, you finally entered his office, tired, covered in dust, with a cut on your cheek, everything inside him broke.

Alejandro rose slowly from the table. His face remained calm, almost stony, but his gaze was piercing.

— Where have you been, cariño? — quietly, dangerously quietly.

You opened your mouth, but he took a step forward and abruptly pulled you towards him, squeezing you in his strong arms, as if he was afraid of losing you again.

“I thought something happened to you,” he breathed into your hair.

You could hear his heart beating hard.

“I knew you were worried,” you whispered, “but I didn’t want to drag you into it.”

Alejandro pulled away, placing his palm on your cheek, his thumb lightly wiping the dirt from your skin.

"You, if you disappear, I'll look for you," he said firmly. "Consider this a warning."

You smiled quietly, a little shyly.

— Have you been waiting for me all day?

He snorted, but his gaze softened.

"I've been waiting for you for a week. And if necessary, I'll wait a year."

• Why?

Alejandro chuckled softly, almost boyishly, as if he'd let his armor down for a second.

— Because you've become my problem, mi vida. And I won't let you go.

You rested your forehead against his chest, and for the first time in days, he let out a calm breath, hugging you tighter than any order would allow.

And at that moment he realized: For your sake he stopped being just a soldier. He became something more - someone who waits.