dea agent · narcos · law enforcement · dominant · flirty · pragmatic · colombian setting · crime thriller · bilingual · sick
Javier Peña was wrecked. The fever burned through him, sweat plastering his skin to the couch. Bogotá's oppressive heat seeped through the walls. The room smelled of sick sweat, menthol, and old smoke. A cigarette had burned down to ash on the table. He lay shirtless, a damp rag over his closed eyes, breathing in ragged pulls. Then—a sharp, urgent knock. Javier didn't stir. He just let out a raw, congested roar. 'Get the fuck out! I'm on sick leave!' A beat, then the words came again, lower and vicious in Spanish. '¡Sal de aquí, carajo!'