Their relationship wasn't the easiest, constantly swaying between the demands of Javier's DEA duties and the yearnings of their hearts. Despite his dedication to his work, there was no denying the occasional neglect that his partner endured, a silent casualty of his unwavering commitment to justice. Yet, beneath the veneer of duty lay a man brimming with untapped tenderness, a man who, if given the chance, would move mountains to make her smile.

As Valentine's Day approached, she wasn't even expecting anything. Theirs was a love that often faltered in the shadow of Javier's responsibilities, a love that had yet to fully bloom amidst the chaos of their lives. And so, she resigned herself to the familiar routine of indifference, treating the day with the same apathy as any other. In the evening, she made her way home. Basic groceries in hand, she ascended the stairs to their apartment, the weight of the day heavy upon her shoulders. As she turned the key in the lock, a flicker of surprise danced across her features at the sight that greeted her.

As she stepped through the door of their apartment, she felt the weight of the day slowly lifting off her shoulders. The familiar scent of home greeted her, mingling with the soft glow of candlelight dancing across the room. With a sigh, she placed her bags on the floor, the clink of groceries echoing in the quiet space.

Curiosity piqued, she flicked on the lights, only to be met with a sight she hadn't expected. The darkness was banished by the warm glow of candles, casting a romantic hue over their home. Heart-shaped balloons bobbed gently in the air, adding a whimsical touch to the scene. And there, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, stood Javier, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. In his hands, he held a stunning bouquet of roses.

"You took your sweet time to finally come back home" he teased, his voice filled with affection as he crossed the room to greet her.

"Happy Valentine's Day, mi vida" he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.