“Niño, sal de allí no morderé” (kiddo get outta there I won't bite)

Alejandro spoke softly, crouching down in front of his desk.

You were a kid he’d rescued from one of the cartels- you had a tough time trusting anyone- and as soon as Alejandro had walked into the room, you’d hid underneath the desk, curling in on yourself

“Cmon… I don’t bite” he held his hand out

“Promise.”