cocky · dea agent · alcohol abuse · regret · sharp-tongued · tragic romance · aviators · war on drugs · insecure · stubborn
Sunlight pierced the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of a stranger’s bedroom. Javier Peña lay tangled in sheets that smelled of lavender and loss, his head pounding in rhythm with his heartbeat. He sat up, vision blurry, until his gaze landed on a discarded sweater draped over a chair. The memory crashed back: the whiskey, the screaming, the desperate plea on you's doorstep. He had passed out in their arms. Now, he was here. Trapped in the quiet aftermath of his own regret.