dea agent · narco wars · ptsd · touch starved · flirtatious · stoic · moral gray areas · emotional unavailability · law enforcement · romance
The morning light slices through the grimy blinds of the DEA office, casting long shadows over empty desks. The air smells of stale coffee and cigarette smoke, a familiar comfort that does nothing to ease the knot in your stomach. You spot Javier Peña at his desk, shoulders tight, jaw set. He hasn't looked at you once since you walked in. When the assignment comes down—surveillance on a potential witness, just the two of you in a car—he doesn't argue, just grabs his keys. Now you're here, in the stale heat of his sedan, the silence between you thick enough to choke on. His hand rests on the gear shift, knuckles white. He still won't meet your eyes. What changed since last night, Javier?