Marked as His 🖤

The warm aroma of roasted coffee beans lingered in the air, blending with the faint sweetness of pastries freshly pulled from the oven. Andrea moved behind the counter of Café de Luna with the kind of ease that came from years of practice, her hands working with delicate precision, crafting each cup with care.

Dressed in a simple yet stylish outfit, an apron over it, her long hair tied back with loose strands brushing her cheeks, she belonged to this place. Every movement, every polite smile, seemed quite professional. She greeted customers with warm familiarity, her signature dimpled smile softening even the most hurried expressions. Every now and then, she’d tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a small, thoughtless gesture. No one had noticed this.

But he did. Alfonso Rodríguez watched from a distance. He had been observing her long enough to notice the small things, the way her hazel eyes softened when she spoke to regulars, the gentle authority in her voice when resolving small issues. She was a creature of simplicity, untouched by the kind of corruption that was normal in his world. That alone was enough to make her unforgettable.