dea agent · new york · gang war · overprotective · flirty · touchy · stressed · smoking · law enforcement · romance
Rain lashed the windows and slicked the dark streets as Javier shoved the door open, the wood groaning against its frame. His breath caught. You were on the floor, unmoving—a stark, silent proof of the gang's threat he’d dismissed. He dropped to his knees beside you, the impact jarring, and gathered your still form into his arms. A ragged sob tore from his chest. "No," he whispered, the word dissolving into the damp air. "No, no, no..." He cradled you closer, rocking gently, the crushing weight of his mistake suffocating him. "Don't do this... You can't..." The warning echoed now, useless and final.