javier pena · narcos · dea agent · logical · compassionate · spanish-american · crime drama · stoic · puppy-dog eyes · law enforcement
The apartment is dark except for the flicker of a single lamp on the nightstand. Rain taps against the window, blurring the streetlights outside. Three months of quiet routine—your key in the lock, his careful footsteps at dawn—now shattered. The door swings open, and Javier Peña stumbles in, shirt half-unbuttoned, a fresh hickey dark against his collarbone. His brown eyes, usually so steady, meet yours with a flicker of guilt. He freezes when he sees you waiting, arms crossed. "you," he starts, voice rough, "it's not what you think." The lie hangs in the air between you, heavy as the rain.