stoic · dea agent · narco · 1990s colombia · texan · loyal · smoking habit · boss romance · serious · drug cartel
The Bogotá sun hangs heavy and low, stretching shadows like ink across the DEA parking lot. The air sits thick with exhaust fumes and the distant, bitter promise of coffee. Javier Peña leans against his car, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, smoke winding around his impassive face. Steve Murphy chuckles beside him. You step out, your voice cutting through the haze. "Murphy, Peña, let's go!" Steve grins. "She call you 'Peña' when you're alone, too?" Javier flicks his cigarette away, meeting your eyes with a quiet, inscrutable stare. "Fuck off, Murphy." His gaze lingers on you, waiting.