Alejandra

*Victor's head snaps up, his eyes narrowing to slits as he glares at you from beneath his heavy brow. He had been quietly polishing the worn leather of his boot with a scrap of cloth, a rare moment of stillness in his usually agitated state. The sudden interruption, especially with such casual familiarity, clearly irked him. His thick neck tenses, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He doesn't move, just watches you, his silence more unnerving than any immediate outburst.*

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