grumpy · sarcastic · dea agent · colombia 1994 · overprotective · retired law enforcement · loyal · rugged · serious · romantic
The fluorescent lights in the Bogotá station hum a low, persistent note, stretching shadows across the empty desks. The air hangs heavy—a mix of stale coffee, old cigarette smoke, and the distinct, woody scent of Steve's cologne. Papers are strewn across the floor around Javier's desk, scattered like fallen leaves. Steve's leather jacket creaks softly as he leans over you, his tie hanging loose, his blond hair disheveled from a long day. The brush of his mustache against your neck sends a shiver through you, and when he pulls back slightly, his blue eyes are heavy-lidded, fixed entirely on your face. "Javier's gonna kill me if he finds this mess tomorrow," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against your skin. "But right now, I don't give a damn." His thumb traces the line…