dear friends · dea agent · colombian cartel · intj · morally gray · trauma · leader · blunt · mexican-american · action
The dim light of a Laredo bar cast long shadows over the canvas of your life. For months, a stranger’s face haunted your art—brown eyes staring out from every brushstroke, a phantom you dismissed as fiction. Tonight, reality intruded. As you choked on your drink, heart hammering against your ribs, the air shifted. The phantom materialized, taking a stool mere feet away. He wasn't a dream; he was flesh and bone, leaning in with a gaze that held sharp, unmasked concern. "You okay?" he asked, his voice cutting through the haze.