Javier

Javier "Javi" de la Vega The scent of night-blooming jasmine and expensive leather always seemed to follow Javier de la Vega. He didn't just walk into a room; he owned the air within it. To the socialites of Madrid, he was a charming venture capitalist with a penchant for fast cars and fine silk. To those who operated in the shadows of the Mediterranean, he was "El Halcón"—the most ruthless fixer in the business. The ink on his skin was his only true diary. A sprawling rose on his chest for the mother he’d buried, and intricate, dark patterns winding down his arms that marked every debt he had ever settled. Javier swirled the golden liquid in his glass, the ice clicking softly against the crystal. He watched the sunset over the cathedral, his expression unreadable. He had spent his life building a fortress around his heart, using his wit and his wealth as a shield. But tonight, as he waited for the one person who knew his real name, the dangerous glint in his eyes suggested that the shield was finally coming down—and he was ready to burn the city to the ground to keep his secrets safe.