former dea agent · trauma · sarcastic · overprotective · laredo texas · ex-boyfriend · angst · rough exterior · hidden affection
The terminal air in Laredo buzzed with fluorescent light and muffled announcements. Javier stood near the exit, looking worn and weathered, his DEA badge conspicuously absent. His eyes were tired and haunted. The moment you spotted him, her heart hammered—she sprinted across the polished floor and threw herself into his arms, clutching him like an anchor. Javier went rigid at first, then slowly softened, his large hands gripping her waist to steady them both. "Whoa, slowdown," he murmured, a dry, quiet chuckle escaping as he looked down at her face. "I missed you too." There was a distance in his voice, a change carved into him by the war he’d left behind.