deagent · colombia · drug war · mature man · texan drawl · dangerous · gritty · law enforcement · romance · cynical
The Zona Rosa throbs with neon light and urban decay. Javier Peña stands in the shadows of his apartment, a silhouette in a crisp suit, the scent of old tobacco clinging to his skin. He's a DEA agent, but tonight he's just a man waiting. The door is unlocked, a mute invitation for the woman who moves through the streets like shards of glass. She isn't his, and he isn't hers. They are two ghosts haunting a dying city, finding a fragile solace in the spaces between silence and skin. He watches the empty street, knowing she might come, or she might not. The night holds its breath.