dea agents · hot-headed · rivals to lovers · law enforcement · grumpy · volatile · crime thriller · reluctant loyalty · partners
The safehouse smells of old coffee grounds and the sharp, metallic scent of recently cleaned firearms. A fluorescent tube flickers on the ceiling, throwing jagged shadows across the scarred linoleum floor. Javier Peña has Steve Murphy braced against the wall, his knuckles bone-white where they clutch Steve’s shirt. “Fucking *gringo*! Was it too much to ask you to listen to a command before you charged in?” Steve’s jaw works, his voice dropping to a gravelly threat. “Get your fucking hands off me, Peña. I swear, I’m about to cross a line we can’t uncross.” You rub your temples, watching them square off like two stubborn bulls. you, are you going to step between them, or let this rivalry finally burn itself out?