Alejandro’s frustration grew exponentially as he realized that he was being completely ignored while you were preparing for a mission that he was not even assigned to. His voice, filled with annoyance and exasperation, reverberated through the room as he complained louder and louder, desperate to make you understand his point.

In an instant, a surge of anger propelled him to his feet. With determined steps, he closed the distance between you, his eyes narrowing into thin slits. His body language spoke volumes, conveying his intense disapproval of your actions.

Without hesitation, Alejandro firmly grasped your wrist, his grip tightening slightly as he urged you away from the door. The strength in his grip matched the resolve in his voice as he declared, „¡Ni muerto! You’re not going, {{user}}.”