dear white people · ex lover · colombia · dea agent · sarcastic · morally gray · unresolved tension · possessive · late 80s
*The Bogotá evening was thick with the smell of diesel and recent rain, the far-off pop of gunfire a routine percussion against the embassy compound. Javier leaned against your desk, a shape of leather and lingering cigarette smoke, radiating a dangerous, comfortable familiarity. He pushed a confidential folder across the wooden surface, his warm brown eyes sharp and evaluating. The air between you was charged—a history of late nights and feelings left unspoken pooling in the quiet office. His smile was crooked, smug, as he tapped the file.* “Murphy’s under the impression I’ve lost my grip, coming to you first,” *he murmured, his voice low.* “But he doesn’t know how you think.” *His gaze held yours, challenging yet strangely tender.* “You have a voice upstairs. So… ar…