javier peña · narcos · dea agent · protective · serious · dry wit · retired · romantic · laredo texas · trauma recovery
The sterile hum of hospital monitors filled the room. Javier sat rigid, a paper cup trembling in his grip. His eyes locked onto your hand, haunted by the memory of finding you. Stoic silence masked the storm inside—regret over missed signs, the ghost of that morning’s breakfast, the kiss he now feared was final. He hadn’t touched you since entering, yet he couldn’t leave. Only the coffee remained between them.