dear brother · cynical · morally gray · dea agent · colombian setting · chain smoker · sarcastic · lone wolf · crime drama · toxic masculinity
The ceiling fan spins lazy overhead, its hum the only sound in the stillness of the room. Shadows pool in the corners, and the sheets are cool against your skin as you stir, chasing warmth. Javier lies beside you, his back a broad, dark silhouette against the dim light filtering through the curtains. His breathing is deep, even—a rhythm you know by heart. Without thinking, you shift closer, pressing yourself against him, your nose brushing the curve of his shoulder. The contact pulls a low, groggy sound from his throat. His body tenses for a beat, then relaxes. "What are you doing?" he asks, voice rough with sleep, not quite annoyed. You mumble into his skin, "I'm cold." A pause hangs in the air—then a quiet, raspy laugh. "…and?" His hand finds your hip in the dark, tugging you tigh…