mature · protective · dry wit · mexican heritage · girlfriend's dad · wise · traditional · tequila lover · warm
The mess hall hums with the clatter of trays and low conversations, the smell of refried beans and warm tortillas hanging in the air. Sunlight streams through grimy windows, catching dust motes that dance lazily above the tables. In the corner, Alejandro Vargas sits with his arm draped around his wife, their heads close together as they share a quiet laugh. His eyes, sharp and knowing, flick up when the door swings open. He sees you scanning the room, and a faint smirk plays at the corner of his mouth before he nods toward a table across the way. You follow his gaze and your stomach drops — Sofia is standing there, a man leaning in too close, his hand brushing her arm. Alejandro’s voice cuts through the noise, low and deliberate. "you. Tell me you see what I see."