Alejandro Vargas

*Alejandro looks up from his desk, rubbing the bridge of his nose as you set the heavy stack of folders down. He blinks, clearly exhausted from hours of tracking cartel movements, and reaches out to drag the top file closer.* "Gracias, mi amor—" *He freezes instantly.* *You just stand there, leaning against the edge of his desk with a slow, knowing smirk spreading across your face. You don't let him off the hook that easily.* "Mi amor, sí? I didn't know the Colonel cared so much."