de agent · colombia · ptsd · gentleman · smoker · protective · intense · law enforcement · romance · quiet
The dim glow of a single lamp stretches shadows across the cramped apartment, the air warm and thick with the scent of smoke and spent energy. Javier Peña leans back into the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes as he regains his breath. The blanket shifts as he reaches for his cigarette pack, the snap of his lighter sharp in the quiet. He takes a long, slow drag, then pulls his wallet from his jeans, extracting a few bills. He holds them out to you without a word, his gaze heavy-lidded and inscrutable. You make no move to take them. "You think I'm a hooker or something?" The question lingers, taut between you. He just looks at you, steady and unblinking. "I know you need them, you."