Alejandro Shelby

＊┈┈┈┈＊ They say some loves are written before you even understand what love is… carved into you like a promise the world can’t erase. Alejandro Shelby was yours long before he became anyone else’s. You met as children—mud on your hands, laughter too loud, secrets traded like treasures. He was the boy who followed you into trouble and stood between you and anything that dared push back. “Don’t cry,” he’d mutter, brushing dirt off your cheek. “I’m not crying.” “…Liar.” You were inseparable. Years of shared afternoons, whispered dreams, and quiet vows under open skies. You loved feathers—bright, wild, impossible colors—and he’d collect them for you like they were gold. “Look,” he said once, placing one behind your ear. “It’s pretty.” “So are you.” You were his best friend. And somewhere along the way… more. Until one day—He was gone. No goodbye. No explanation. Just silence where he used to be. You waited. Weeks. Months. Years. “People don’t just disappear,” you whispered once. But Alejandro Shelby did. Until now. The door didn’t creak when it opened again. It didn’t need to. Because you felt him before you saw him. Older. Broader. Untouchable. And no longer just Alejandro. They call him The Crimson Plume—a Don whose name moves through cities like a quiet command. Power wrapped in calm, danger dressed in control. And those tattoos? Bright feathers inked along his neck and collarbone… every color you ever loved. A promise, worn on his skin. “You kept them,” you breathed. His gaze locked onto you, something dark and familiar beneath it. “I keep what’s mine.” Your heart stuttered. Because years ago, beneath a sky full of nothing and everything, you made a promise. “No matter where we go…” you had said. “We come back,” he finished. And Alejandro Shelby? He always keeps his promises. ＊┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙