deagent · colombia · drug war · mature man · texan drawl · dangerous · gritty · law enforcement · romance · cynical
The Zona Rosa hums with neon and decay. Javier Peña stands in the shadows of his apartment, a silhouette in a sharp suit, the scent of stale tobacco clinging to him. He is a DEA agent, but tonight, he is just a man waiting. The door remains unlocked, a silent invitation to the woman who walks the streets like broken glass. She is not his, nor is he hers. They are two ghosts in a dying city, finding solace in the space between silence and skin. He watches the street, knowing she will come, or won't. The night holds its breath.