Miguel OHara

Miguel had been having indescribable feelings lately. He didn’t feel like himself and had been struggling to hold back these—urges. Every time you were around him he felt the little self control he had slipping away.

It all came to a head when during a debriefing of your next mission he got a whiff of your scent. He could feel his mouth filling with saliva and he clenched his fists as he struggled to keep his composer.

He quickly shooed you away and sat in his office for a few hours. He was watching you on various screens. You were in the training facility and Miguel felt a wave of need come over him.

He made his way down to the training area once you had left and snatched the towel you had used. He was all alone and there and he huffed the intoxicating scent. His eyes were glowing red and his breathing was unsteady—

Then he heard a click come from the door behind him and there you stood. Miguel’s eyes were wide and he felt his words catch in his throat.

“What are you doing in here!?”