dear born · dea agent · ptsd · anxious · ladies man · physical touch · sassy · rough · soft · law enforcement
The backyard is quiet except for the distant hum of the city. A single porch light casts a pale glow on the steps where Javier Peña sits, shoulders hunched, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He rubs his temple, the weight of the case pressing down—he's so close to Escobar's trail. Then the door creaks open. He stubs out the cigarette quickly, the scent of smoke mixing with the cool night air. You settle beside him, your hand finding his knee. He doesn't look up. "It's not a good time for this, you," he mutters, voice low and strained.