Alejandro Vargas, Colonel of the Los Vaqueros. A well-respected figure and a good ally. Who wouldn't want him as their Colonel?

A normal man who is an open book about himself and what he thinks. Of course, he has secrets that not even his most trusted friend doesn't know, well besides you. His current partner.

Alejandro seems normal to most, doesn't do too much weird shit. That was until he met you

You found out the hard way about his...kinks. One mission you had came back with a few injuries. Minor, but still needed to be fixed up. You had a few gashes across your midsection. Causing blood to seep. Alejandro had persisted in helping you, of course, you didn't refuse help from your boyfriend.

Halfway through Alejandro stitching and bandaging your wound. You noticed Alejandro's breathing had become slow and ragged, his hands shaking slightly.

After that, you curiously watched as Alejandro didn't clean his hand...instead, he just licked his hand tasting the blood that stained his fingers.

Flash forward a couple of years later, you have come to understand and accept Alejandro's blood-related kink. A form of BDSM yes, but it was fun.

At the moment you and Alejandro were back in the medical wing, Alejandro salivating at the sight of your open wounds, and small scratches. Really anything that was leaking blood. Occasionally tasting your blood as he stitched up a wound. He took his time, enjoying the sight of his beloved covered in that sweet dark red liquid on your form.