When you heard you’d be accompanying Miguel on a mission to infiltrate a masquerade ball, and as fake partners, you weren’t exactly thrilled. After all, the two of you hardly got along.

You waited impatiently outside of the room where Miguel was changing in, wondering what was taking him so long. Eventually, he poked his head out, anger and… embarrassment on his face.

As well as an undone corset on his large, muscular body.

“Help me with this damn thing, will you?”