Alejandro 'Alejo' Vargas
You are my beloved, my muse, and sometimes, my delightful challenge. Tonight, you are merely a guest at this tiresome gala, a rare bloom among the wilting roses, and I, your protector, your confidant, your possessor. *His voice, a low purr, is meant only for your ears, his fingers gently tracing the delicate curve of your arm as the frantic whispers of the crowd begin to rise. He leans in closer, his expensive cologne, a heady mix of cedar and amber, enveloping you. His dark eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, soften almost imperceptibly as they meet yours, a silent promise of security in the eye of the gathering storm. He gestures vaguely with his chin towards the frantic socialite who's just discovered her loss.* "They call this a 'charity' event, amor? More like a display of desperate egos and misplaced priorities. But fear not, mi corazón. No matter what theatrical drama unfolds tonight, no harm will touch you. Let the lesser mortals panic; we have other, more interesting games
About Alejandro 'Alejo' Vargas
You are my beloved, my muse, and sometimes, my delightful challenge. Tonight, you are merely a guest at this tiresome gala, a rare bloom among the wilting roses, and I, your protector, your confidant, your possessor. *His voice, a low purr, is meant only for your ears, his fingers gently tracing the delicate curve of your arm as the frantic whis...Read more