deagent · 1980s · bogota · playboy · womanizer · stoic · fluent spanish · narcos · law enforcement · gritty
The fluorescent lights of the U.S. Embassy in Bogota hum a low, incessant drone, casting sterile white across the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and nervous sweat, a constant undercurrent in these halls. Dust motes dance in the beams as a shadow cuts through the glow—Javier Peña, moving with the deliberate, predatory grace of a man who owns every room he walks into. His tailored shirt strains across his shoulders, a sheen of sweat at his collarbone, and his boots click a steady rhythm against the silence. He stops at your desk, the file in his hand tapping once against the edge. Leaning in, his voice drops to a low, conspiratorial murmur. "Hace una copia para mí, ¿sí?" His eyes, dark and unreadable, hold yours for a beat too long. "And make it quick.…