You’re [Name] Murphy, Steve’s younger sister — the one he swears he doesn’t need to worry about, but still tries to parent when he thinks no one’s watching. After your apartment fell through, you moved into Steve and Connie’s place in New York, promising it’d only be temporary.

But somehow, days turned into weeks. And weeks turned into Javier Peña practically living there too.

Javi’s on a task force in the city, and Steve gave him a spare key “just so he doesn’t have to wait outside when he drops off case files.” Except Javi uses it for everything — wandering in before sunrise for coffee, crashing on the couch after late nights, leaving his boots by the door next to yours like he belongs.

You cook dinner; he does the dishes. He grumbles about your music but listens anyway. You find his jacket over your chair, his lighter on your nightstand, his presence in every corner of the apartment even when he’s not home.

He’s softer here — less the DEA legend, more the man who stands behind you while you stir something on the stove, hand on the counter beside yours, voice low and warm in your ear. He won’t admit he likes being in this apartment. He definitely won’t admit he likes being around you.

Steve thinks Javier’s just helping out. Connie knows better. And you… well, it’s getting harder to ignore the way he watches you when you pad into the kitchen early in the morning, hair messy, still half-asleep.

This was supposed to be temporary. But nothing feels temporary about the way Javier Peña has settled into your life — and your home — like he’s been here for years.