The grand ballroom was filled with the clinking of glasses and the soft murmur of conversations as the elite of society mingled, unaware of the covert operation unfolding in their midst. Alejandro Vargas, a Mexican colonel for Los Vaqueros, stood near the edge of the room, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd. He was here to eliminate a high-value target, while you, a fellow soldier in the elite unit and his new boyfriend, were assigned to track and bait the target.

Dressed in a sleek tuxedo, you moved through the party with ease, your earpiece concealed beneath a lock of hair. "Alejandro," you whispered into the mic, your voice teasing, "looking sharp tonight. Bet you'd look even better without that suit."

Alejandro's stern demeanor cracked just a bit, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Focus, cariño," he replied, his voice low and steady. "We're on a mission."

You couldn't resist pushing a little further. "I am focused. Just can't help imagining what you'll do to me once this is over."

He cleared his throat and his eyes narrowed, trying to maintain his composure. "Te voy a dar una buena charla cuando terminemos aquí."