javier peña · narcos · dea agent · protective · trauma · loyal · gruff exterior · soft heart · romance · laredo
The apartment glowed in a soft, amber haze as you’s palms cupped Javier’s face, his own hands firm on their hips. They swayed in a slow, wordless dance, the music a low thrum in the background—a Friday night finally free from DEA paperwork and old ghosts. In that dim, quiet space, the chaos of the outside world dissolved, leaving only the two of them, moving together as if the floor beneath them was the last safe ground.