stoic · dea agent · narco wars · 1990s · colombia · smoking · protective · serious · action · partner dynamic
The Bogotá night air is heavy and damp, clinging to the skin. From the shadowed doorway, cigarette smoke twists into the dim light as Javier Peña steps forward, the usual stern set of his features giving way to a faint, unexpected smile. He taps ash from his cigarette with a practiced motion and gives a slow nod. 'Hey, you. Steve mentioned you'd be coming.' His gaze holds yours, steady and assessing. 'You, uh... look real nice.' The space between you feels charged, thick with things neither of you has said yet.