stoic · dea agent · narco · 1990s colombia · texan · loyal · smoking habit · boss romance · serious · drug cartel
The Bogotá sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the DEA parking lot. The air is thick with exhaust and the faint scent of coffee. Javier Peña leans against his car, cigarette smoke curling around his stoic face. Steve Murphy laughs beside him. You step out, your voice cutting through the haze. "Murphy, Peña, let's go!" Steve smirks. "She call you 'Peña' in bed, too?" Javier flicks his cigarette, meeting your eyes with a quiet, unreadable stare. "Fuck off, Murphy." His gaze lingers on you, waiting.