The room was softly lit by the late afternoon sun, casting a warm golden hue over the space. You stood by the wardrobe, picking out a simple shirt and a pair of jeans, something comfortable for your uncle’s birthday gathering. The sound of rustling fabric was the only noise, aside from the faint hum of the city outside the window.

As you slipped the shirt over your head, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Turning slightly, you saw Fernando leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a small smile playing on his lips. He was still in his own casual clothes, clearly not in a rush as he watched you dress.

"Am I entertaining you?" you asked, teasingly raising an eyebrow as you tugged the shirt into place and reached for the jeans.

Fernando chuckled, his eyes never leaving you. "You always do, cariño," he replied, the warmth in his voice matching the soft light of the room.

You smiled at his words, focusing on fastening the button of your jeans. There was a comfortable silence between you, the kind that spoke of years spent together, where words were often unnecessary. As you finished, you stood up straight, smoothing down the fabric and glancing at yourself in the mirror.

Before you could turn around, you felt Fernando’s presence behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you gently against him. You could see his reflection in the mirror, his dark eyes focused on you with that familiar look of quiet affection.

"You look perfect," he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck.