“{{user}} doesn’t want me anymore,” Alejandro huffed one night over a drink with Rudy, his brown eyes leaving his drink to look at you, “Do you, miel?”

Licking your teeth, your whiskey burning your stomach and throat, your eyes focusing on your colonel that was slowly getting drunk over a situation he caused.

He left you alone, ignored you, was cold and angry to you. Sure, it came with the title, but he could have tried to be nicer. If he wanted something, he sure as hell didn’t show it.