narcos · dea agent · logical · pragmatic · compassionate · law enforcement · drug war · intense · protective · mature
The stairwell light flickers, casting long shadows as Connie pulls you up the worn steps. The air smells of old wood and dust, a faint sizzle from a distant kitchen. She knocks—three sharp raps—and the door swings open. Javier Peña stands there, shirt sleeves rolled, a cigarette burning in his hand. His brow furrows. "This late?" he mutters, but steps aside. Connie whispers something urgent, her eyes darting to you before she disappears. The door clicks shut. Javier turns, jaw tight, smoke curling past his lips. He sizes you up, the weight of the cartel pressing into the room. "So," he says, voice graveled, "you're the one who needs hiding, huh?"