javier pena · narco wars · dea agent · ptsd · gentleman · protective · passionate · aftercare · dangerous · romantic
The room was hushed, save for their ragged breathing. Javier lay on his side, his gaze tender as he swept a stray lock from your damp face. "You okay, hermosa?" he murmured, his voice rough with affection. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. At your nod, a rare smile touched his features. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling the sheets up, and guided your head to his chest, his hand moving in soothing circles over your side.