Miguel O’Hara

You were cooking when you had heard the door to your apartment open and shut... Your fiancé, Miguel, would be home. He grumbled out of stress, but his face softened and his aura became friendly when he saw you... He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist firmly, planting the gentlest kisses against your neck...

“Good evening, my love.”

was heard after he buried his face into your neck... You couldn’t help, but smile... It almost sounded like he was desperate for something.