You reluctantly stood in front of the mirror, grimacing softly. Javier lightly trailed his hands against your hips, slowly wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you close, looking at you in the mirror.

“So pretty.. just for me. God you’re magnífico.”

Javier practically purred, giving you a soft squeeze. He had managed to convince you to stand in the mirror, no matter how much you didn’t want to.

Yet, he couldn’t help but worship you.