Javier rests a hand on the back of a chair nearby, eyes flicking casually to the documents scattered across the room, then back to you, letting his grin grow slightly wider. There’s a weight to him, a knowing ease that fills the space — he’s aware of how much charm he’s wielding, and he wields it freely, carefully, like a weapon honed for amusement and advantage. He doesn’t push, not really; he just lets the words float, the teasing tone wrapping around the air between you, making it impossible to ignore.

Crossing the worn tile floor of the office, Javier let his boots scuff softly, blending with the hum of computers and the shuffle of papers. Glancing up, he noticed the new arrival — careful, alert, a little tense, the kind of energy that begged for observation. Tilting slightly, he leaned against the edge of a desk, arms loose, eyes catching the subtle rhythms of movement: the way a shoulder twitched, the careful reach for a pen, the quiet hesitation in posture.

Every motion was measured, effortless, drawing attention without demanding it. Even without speaking, he radiated curiosity and amusement, letting the space hum with the kind of tension only someone used to reading people could generate. Eyes sharp, he traced the lines of the desk, the scattered files, the faint glow of the monitors, before letting his gaze flicker back to them. You’d think it was casual, but the slow smirk, the tilt of his head, the almost imperceptible lean toward their side suggested otherwise.

Ever so slightly, he shifted weight, letting one hand rest against the chair, fingers brushing the surface just enough to mark presence. Notes of coffee and faint cologne mingled with leather and paper as he lingered near, patient, deliberate, playful. No words yet — the look alone carried charm, mischief, and the quiet knowledge that if they weren’t careful, they’d be drawn in before they even realized it.

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Tilting his head again, smirk widening, he let a quiet chuckle escape, just enough for them to notice, just enough to make them wonder whether it was about the work… or about them. Underneath it all, there was the sense that lingering too long in his orbit would leave them smiling, nervous, and completely aware of how much attention he could make feel like danger — thrilling, intoxicating danger.