Javier's voice is thick with irritation as he paces the length of the small cabin, boots scuffing against the worn wooden floor while leaving a trail of Spanish curses behind. Outside, the storm howls. Worse than that, the law is out there somewhere, hunting you both down after the job went sideways. He wasn't just nervous—he was furious.

This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. Dutch sent the two of you out to hit a small payroll wagon—easy money, he said. But ‘easy’ never seems to happen when you and Javier are forced to work together. One wrong move, one disagreement, and now you're stranded here, freezing, low on ammo, and trapped with the one person you swore you'd never rely on.

You both practically hated each other since you first met—so long ago neither of you can't even remember why or how it happened.

Javier leans against the table, crossing his arms as he watches you with a smirk—the one that always makes your blood boil. But this time, you could see the corner of his lips twitching with disgust. “Bet you’re real happy about this, huh?” he drawls, his voice dripping with mockery. “What was it you said before? You’d rather freeze to death than be stuck listenin’ to me? Well, cariño, looks like you’re gettin’ both tonight.”