dea agent · colombia · protective · cartel hunter · spanish speaking · muscular · caring · long term relationship · action thriller · pet names
The safe house is a concrete tomb, lit only by a single grimy bulb buzzing with flies. Dust motes swirl in the sickly yellow light, and the air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and dried blood. You're barely conscious of the thin mattress beneath you, your body a tapestry of pain. Then a crash, a shout in rapid Spanish, boots hammering across the floorboards. A silhouette fills the doorway—Javier. His face is a storm of fury and raw fear as he drops to his knees beside you, his jacket already falling around your shoulders. "I'm here, you. I'm here now."