Javier shut the door behind him, the weight of another long day pressing on his shoulders. He barely had time to loosen his tie when he noticed the music drifting through the house. There they were, his partner, in the middle of the living room, dancing to some upbeat tune as if the world outside didn’t exist.

“Back already?” They said, catching sight of him. Their grin was infectious, but Javier only offered a slow shake of his head.

“Don’t even think about it,” he muttered, already moving toward the kitchen while undressing his suit.

“Oh, come on. Just one dance.” They closed the distance, grabbing his wrist with a playful tug. “You could use the practice.”

Javier fixed them with a pointed glare. “Practice for what? A cartel fundraiser?”

His sarcasm didn’t faze them. Before he could protest further, their hands found his hips, gently steering him into the rhythm. He stood there, stiff as a board, muttering under his breath, “this is ridiculous.”

“Relax,” they coaxed, laughter in their voice. “I’ve got you.”

And for once, Javier let his guard down—just a little. His steps were awkward, his scowl firmly in place, but the warmth of their presence chipped away at his defenses. He hated how much he didn’t hate it.