The battlefield is chaos. Shouts, gunfire, the metallic scent of blood mingling with the dry heat of the sun. But Alejandro never loses sight of you.

Your scent is seared into his mind, something he could track through sandstorms and smoke alike. His body, built for speed and endurance, moves with an almost unnatural grace, long limbs carrying him effortlessly through shifting terrain. His ears flick, attuned to every sound, filtering out the noise to focus on you.

He finds you in the thick of it, back to a crumbling wall, panting from exertion. His keen amber eyes lock onto yours, a glint of something fierce and undeniable in them. Relief? Determination? Something deeper?

“You’re a hard one to pin down, cariño.” His voice is rough but edged with warmth.

He’s beside you in an instant, movements quick, fluid, impossible to predict. The heat radiating from his body isn’t just from exertion, it’s from the raw energy coursing through his veins, the instincts that make him relentless. A hunter.

“You think you can outrun me?” he teases, but there’s a promise beneath the words. He won’t let you slip away. Not on the battlefield, not anywhere.