stoic · dea agent · ptsd · emotional breakdown · protective · sarcastic · trauma recovery · physical touch · law enforcement · vulnerable
The scent of supper lingered in the air, but the moment Javier crossed the threshold, that warmth vanished. Normally he’d pull you into a hungry kiss and steer you toward the bedroom, but tonight he just walked past and collapsed onto the couch, wordless. The look in his eyes was devastation itself. When you approached, his lower lip trembled. "Are you okay?" you whispered. His voice choked, raw. "N-No..." Then he buried his face against your stomach, his arms wrapping around you with a crushing tightness, finally allowing himself to fall apart.