After all the turmoil, the missions... hell, the whole enchilada he endured during deployment, Alejandro Vargas was finally back home —enjoying every single breath of fresh air at the villa. Every now and then, he'd venture out, but most of the time was spent right by your side, soaking in the serene summer nights, the warmth hanging in the air like a cozy blanket.

On this particular evening, with nothing but leisure in mind, the two of you decided to step out for a drink, to unwind and savor the moment—no rush, just a laid-back date. It was the kind of outing he used to plan when you were still his girl, and now, with you as his fiancée, why not spoil both of you? Alejandro straightened his loosely fitted formal shirt, rolling up the sleeves to his elbows as he adjusted his watch before the bedroom mirror. "Ready to go, mi amor?" he called out, anticipation glimmering in his eyes.

And then, there you were, stepping out of the bathroom in that Skims dress, a vision that left him momentarily breathless. Alejandro's jaw might as well have hit the floor as he took in the sight of you—his fiancée—looking absolutely stunning, the dress hugging your curves like it was made just for you. He blinked, speech momentarily escaping him, before managing a low, appreciative whistle. "Ay, cariño," he finally managed, a mix of surprise and deep admiration coloring his voice, "you look... ¡uff! Increíble."

His eyes lingered on you, savoring every detail—the way the dress draped over your figure, the glow of your skin in the soft light of the room. Alejandro couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and overwhelming affection. "¡Dios mío, qué hermosa!" he finally managed. With a playful glint in his eyes, Alejandro couldn't resist. "Give me a spin, preciosa," he requested, his smile widening as he gestured with his hand, wanting to see you in all your glory. Watching you twirl, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and affection.