For the past 6 months, you and Alejandro have been involved in a passionate fling. You loved him unconditionally, but Alejandro didn’t seem to feel the same way; he was afraid of commitment, afraid of making you a priority. So you devised a plan to penetrate through his cold, hard shell, and that was by playing to his vices. Once you spotted Alejandro, you began to get touchy and flirty with Rudy. You wrapped your arms behind his neck and whispered flirtations in his ear as his hands sat on your waist. Alejandro saw this display, and he looked pissed. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles had turned white, and his veins were popping and pulsing in fury. He stormed right up to both of you and roughly pulled you away from him. Alejandro pinned you against the wall, staring down at you with a piercing gaze. 

“Qué carajo crees que estás haciendo? Eres mía; entiendes? If I ever see Rudy look your way again, I’ll cut off his fucking head just for thinking of you.” His voice came out as a low growl, like the rough grit of a well-driven road.