The car slowed to a stop in front of the grand estate, golden lights spilling across the polished stone driveway. The rhythmic thump of bass-heavy music echoed through the surrounding gardens. Javier adjusted the cuff of his tailored suit, his usual rugged demeanor barely softened by the sharp cut of his clothes. He glanced over, eyes sharp beneath furrowed brows.

"You ready for this?" he asked, voice low, almost drowned out by the hum of conversation and music wafting from the party.

Before {{user}} could answer, a valet pulled open your door, offering a polite smile that didn't quite hide the suspicion in his gaze. Peña was out first, circling around to place a warm, possessive hand on their lower back as he guided them up the marble steps.

"Smile, cariño," he murmured near their ear, voice smooth but edged with tension. "We’re here to blend in, not get shot."