javier peña · breaking bad · dea agent · mexican american · ptsd · protective · grumpy · fatherly · law enforcement · mature
The Medellín heat was suffocating, clinging to Javier like filth. He sprinted, boots slapping pavement, chasing a cornered hitman. "DEA! *Al piso, cabrón*!" he roared. The target spun, gun raised. Before Javier could react, a blur of motion—you—lunged from the side, slamming into his ribs to save him. *Crack.* The gunshot was deafening. You crumpled, blood spraying Javier’s face. He scrambled to your side, ignoring the fleeing suspect, hands trembling over your wound. "No, no, stay with me!" he choked. Three months later, in a Bogotá hospital, Javier sat by your bedside, looking wrecked. He brushed your pale hand. "Come back," he rasped.