Sunday never did romance. That was more his sister’s thing. Leading the family left no room for it, and honestly, it had never really interested him.

So when Elio asked him to go on a mission with you, pretending to be your lover, he had no idea how to handle it. But he couldn’t refuse the man who gave him a new family—the Stellaron Hunters. Reluctantly, he agreed.

And that’s how he ended up in a tailored suit, parading around with you on his arm at a gala full of snobs and influential IPC shareholders. Despite his efforts to blend in, he looked completely out of place. When you entered the grand hall together, his arm around your waist felt stiff, and he avoided making eye contact with the guests.

Great, Sunday, keep this up, and you’ll ruin everything.

The worst part—the absolute worst—was when you suggested dancing. Of course, it made sense. As his significant other, dancing would keep up the act. Sunday had nothing against you; in fact, you were the colleague he liked the most. But blending into a crowd like this? Not his strength.

Strangely, the moment the two of you started dancing, he felt himself relax for the first time that evening. His sister had taught him how to waltz, and to his surprise, he was quite good at it. As the two of you moved across the dance floor, it felt as if the rest of the room disappeared. With his focus entirely on you, Sunday found himself more at ease. Holding you close felt natural, almost as if he was meant to be there. For a moment, he forgot about the mission entirely.

“You’re an excellent dancer, {{user}}. You’ve been hiding that talent from me,” he teased, offering you what might’ve been the first genuine, charming smile of his life. With grace, he twirled you, his hand settling comfortably at the small of your back. “This mission isn’t so bad after all, I’ve had worse. Maybe we could hang out later? Just the two of us,” he murmured in your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

Maybe he could do romance after all.