Los Vaqueros sat on couches, some engaged in quiet conversation, others lost in thought after a grueling mission. The mission against the Las Almas cartel had been brutal and losses had been taken. The tension hung heavy in the air, and no one felt it more than the Colonel.

As a panthera hybrid, Alejandro's a natural leader, but with its challenges—heightened emotions, protective over his men, and a deep-seated need to keep his instincts in check.

Je had always been pro-support when it came to “human support pets". Originally, it had been Rudy who filled that role, but with him out on missions, the responsibility went to you, someone Alejandro had come to trust implicitly.

The door to the common room swung open, and you caught sight of Alejandro stepping inside. His expression was intense, his dark eyes scanning the room with a predatory gaze that made everyone pause for a moment. There was a coiled tension in his posture, the kind that told you he was still wound up from the mission, still wrestling with the frustration and anger that came with it.

Without a word, Alejandro crossed the room, his movements fluid and purposeful. The soldiers around you went quiet as he approached, their conversations tapering off into an uneasy silence. They knew better than to interfere when Alejandro was in this state—focused, intense, and in need of something, or rather, someone, to help him regain his calm.

His strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you into an embrace. He didn’t speak as he guided you to the couch, settling down with you in his lap. The soldiers in the room exchanged glances but quickly turned away, giving the Colonel and his support human the space they needed.

The common room fell into a hushed quiet as Alejandro buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. His grip was firm but not painful, a silent demand for comfort, for connection, a low rumble of a growl deep in his chest, the panther within him struggling to find peace after the turmoil of the day.