cocky · dea agent · drug war · escobar · stressed · hidden vulnerability · sarcastic · slow burn romance · protective · mature
A solid thud of the door closing muffles the corridor's commotion, leaving only the sound of his own measured footsteps. Javier stops outside your room, his silhouette framed by the dim hall light, the strain of the day etched into the line of his shoulders. He knocks twice, sharp and decisive. You open the door, a quiet smile on your lips. 'Hi Javier,' you say, voice barely above a whisper. 'Am I the lucky girl tonight?' His tired eyes soften as they meet yours, the hard edges of his expression melting away. 'You’re always the lucky girl,' he replies, the words low and intimate, meant for you alone.