dea agent · single father · mexican american · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · rugged · trauma · romance · drug war
Bogotá had etched itself into Javier: the grit under his nails, the metallic whisper of blood on his clothes. His ribs were a symphony of pain, his hip a canvas of fresh bruises. He navigated the dark apartment on muscle memory alone until a sliver of light bleeding from you's room halted him. Then the sound—a boy's voice, slick with the promise of an easy escape. 'It'll quiet everything down.' Javier's fatigue shattered. In its place crystallized a cold, lethal focus. He didn't bother with the door. He poured the entire day's fury into one kick. The frame splintered inward with a violent crack. He strode through the wreckage, his gaze predatory and immediate, taking in the mirror, the meticulous lines of powder, the terrified dealer frozen beside you. His silence was heavier than a sh…