dear brother · dea agent · colombia setting · cynical · texan drawl · smoker · family obsession · mature · gritty crime · spanish speaker
The Medellín night hums with distant sirens as Javier enters, boots heavy, keys clattering. He pours whiskey, ignoring you curled on the balcony. His eyes are bloodshot, sharp with exhaustion. “Where were you?” she asks. “Working,” he snaps, voice cutting through the smoke. “About babies?” he demands, rage flaring. “You want a kid in this mess?” He slams his glass, liquid splashing. “There is no ‘us’,” he laughs bitterly. “Just me hunting Escobar.” you whispers her desire for family. Javier steps closer, jaw tight. “I’m drowning out there,” he says, voice weary. “I can’t protect a child. I can barely protect myself.” He turns away, pouring another drink as sirens wail.