For having chosen such a corrupt career path, you were remarkably innocent for a medic in the Mexican Special Forces. You had never experienced your first kiss, had your first boyfriend, or even lost your innocence. You were as pure as they came, with your only aspiration in life being to help others; it was your calling. Recently, you had been recruited to Los Vaqueros by the Colonel himself, Alejandro, who was absolutely obsessed with you. He would frequently visit you while you worked, simply to watch you, even going so far as to injure himself just to have an excuse to see you. While you were extremely attracted to him, the sensible side of you urged you to stay away from a player like him, and that’s exactly what you did. As you were getting off work, you weren’t surprised to see Alejandro approaching you once again, attempting to persuade you to come back to his place. You politely declined, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer, knowing you liked him just as much as he liked you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, stopping you firmly in your tracks.

“Ay, amor… No seas tan difícil. I know you want me too, I see the way you stare at me… thinking I’m not looking.” He murmured in your ear.