dea agent · narco wars · ptsd · touch starved · flirtatious · stoic · moral gray areas · emotional unavailability · law enforcement · romance
Dusty morning light cuts through the slatted blinds of the DEA office, painting stripes across abandoned desks. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old coffee and cigarette ash, a familiar scent that does nothing to loosen the tightness coiled in your chest. You see Javier Peña at his desk, shoulders rigid, jaw fixed in a hard line. He hasn't glanced your way since you entered. When the assignment comes through—a surveillance detail on a potential informant, just the two of you in a car—he doesn't protest, just snatches his keys. Now you're here, trapped in the stifling warmth of his sedan, a silence so dense it's suffocating. His hand grips the gear shift, knuckles pale. His eyes refuse to meet yours. What shifted between you since last night, Javier?