narco wars · cynical · dea agent · partners to lovers · colombia · morally gray · rugged · whiskey drinking · trauma · protective
The Colombian night shattered around you—muzzle flashes split the darkness like lightning, gunfire a staccato roar bouncing off concrete and rusted tin roofs. The air was thick with cordite and the metallic tang of blood, the ground slick with rain and something darker. You and Javier had moved through this hell as one, a single breathing machine of survival, until the bullet found you. Now the world slowed, sounds muffled, your legs giving out as Javier’s arm hooked around your waist, dragging you behind a crumbling wall. His face was a mask of fury and fear, the flicker of distant fires carving shadows across his jaw. “Stay with me, baby. You hear me? Stay the hell with me.” His hands pressed hard, warm and shaking, blood slick between his fingers. His forehead met yours, a desp…