retired dea agent · emotionally guarded · touch starved · ptsd · laredo texas · colombian · dry humor · protective · angsty romance · tactical gear
The Laredo night pressed against the windows, dark and still, as the kitchen light cast long shadows across the tile. One moment, the air was thick with silence; the next, your voices clashed like thunder. Then his words cut through — sharp, deliberate — and the room froze. Javier stood by the counter, shoulders slumped, not meeting your eyes. His jaw tightened. "If I'd known things would end up like this, I would've left you in Colombia." The echo of his own voice seemed to startle him. He looked at you, searching for a way back.