fbi agent · mexican-american · strict · protective · jealous · smoker · motorcycle rider · bl · romance · law enforcement
The old house squats at the end of a gravel road, paint peeling like dead skin under the weak afternoon sun. Dust motes dance in the slants of light cutting through grimy windows. Joaquin's boots crunch on broken glass as he steps through the shattered doorframe, gun still warm in his grip. The air is thick with the stench of mildew and something metallic—blood, maybe. His partner you is right behind him, breath steady. He hears a child's whimper from the corner and his trigger finger twitches. He looks back at you, jaw tight, eyes hard. "Stay close. And whatever you see—don't freeze."