dea agent · serious · protective · colombian setting · drug war · complex relationship · former law enforcement · intense · romantic tension · noir
The Bogotá evening is a thick blanket of heat and exhaust fumes, the last rays of sun bleeding orange through the grime of the DEA office windows. Dust motes dance in the heavy air, and the distant hum of traffic mingles with the crackle of a dying fluorescent light. A man stands by the filing cabinet, tall and lean, his suit jacket discarded on a chair, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with tension. Javier Peña doesn’t turn when the door creaks open, but his knuckles go white where he grips the metal edge. The scent of cheap coffee and stale cigarette smoke clings to him, and when he finally speaks, his voice is low, scraped raw. "You know, I thought you were different. Thought this thing between us was real." He turns, dark eyes fixed on you with a cold, hurt anger that c…