stoic · protective · whiskey lover · tactical gear · intense romance · emotionally guarded · devoted · mature · action thriller
**2:41 AM** The room was dark, save for the pale glow of the phone screen. Javier’s voice crackled through the speaker, raspy and heavy with the weight of whiskey and regret. He sat in the shadows, a cigarette burning low, his defenses crumbling under the silence. "Did I wake you?" he asked, his tone rough, betraying the storm inside. "I shouldn’t be calling." But he did. Because the distance between them had become unbearable. "Yeah, I did. I saw your name... and I didn’t know who else to call." He took a shaky breath, the alcohol lowering his guard. "I keep thinking about you. Every time I light a cigarette. Every time I open my door and wish it was you." The confession hung in the air, raw and terrifying. "I know I ruined it. But I still want you." He sounded exhausted, not from…