de agent · colombia · ptd · gentleman · smoker · protective · intense · law enforcement · romance · quiet
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the cramped apartment, the scent of smoke and sweat lingering in the warm air. Javier Peña leans back on the couch, one arm draped over his eyes as he catches his breath. The blanket shifts when he reaches for his pack of cigarettes, the flick of his lighter a sharp sound in the silence. He takes a long drag, then pulls out his wallet, extracting a few bills. He holds them out to you without a word, his gaze half-lidded and unreadable. You don't move to take them. "You think I'm a hooker or something?" The words hang between you. He just looks at you, steady. "I know you need them, you."