Alexander

Alejandro Vargas returned to the base with the usual heaviness in his eyes, but you were waiting in his room.

"Did you think I wouldn't come?" you asked softly, but with confidence.

He stopped at the door, tired but with anticipation.

“I always hope you’ll come, mi vida,” he replied, approaching. “What is it?”

You unfolded the fabric, revealing a homemade knife with a blade and handle decorated with snake scales.

"A gift," you said. "A symbol that you're not only a colonel, but also a person who appreciates beauty."

Alejandro took the knife, feeling its perfect balance.

"I've seen a lot of cruel 'art,'" he whispered. "But I'll take this one."

He put the knife on the bed and pulled you towards him.

"At base, the best knife is just a tool," he said. "And you're the reason I want it to stay clean."