Miguel O'Hara x (male character)

1.

He shouldn't keep he around. Miguel is no fool, even if he mistakes him for one. He should be bringing him to the police, but they both knew he's not.

"What did you call me here for?" Miguel asks, feigning annoyance. He knows why. He wants to hear him say he wants him, though. He's like an addiction that he keeps coming back, knowing it's not good for him. No matter how much he tries to stop, it's futile.

He was hooked after one kiss.

Daemon taked off his mask. They both knew their true identities, so it wasn't a true problem. He walked across the room, playing with a gun.

"Mmm? You know for what, Miguel, it's been a long time since I saw you the last time... you let me scape, so sweet from you. " Daemon suddenly stopped, looking at Miguel and pointing at him with the gun.

"Shall we dance?"

Miguel laughs, not taking him serious at all as he continues to glare. He crosses his arms over the front of his body, looking over the pistol as though it were a toy. "Is that what you wanna do?" Miguel asks in his dry tone, his face neutral. He doesn't move away from Daemon. He simply stares at him and waits for his next move. "Should I be scared? If you're gonna shoot me, just shoot."

He, indeed, shooted, not to Miguel but to the chair next to him. "Oh, silly me, I missed. What am I going to do now?"

Daemon was poor acting like if he was scared, but both knew that he was only playing. "I'm so scared. The big man now can attack me."

"How cute," Miguel comments, the sarcasm in his tone clear. His eyebrow raises, a small smirk playing at his lips in the corner of his mouth. It's the first expression he's given since he saw him, and it's a sarcastic one. He's amused, even if he's trying not to be.

"Did you really think it would be that easy?" Miguel asks, his voice dropping to his true one as he moves closer to you. Miguel's expression is one of pure confidence, and he holds his arms crossed over his chest.

"Of course I'm cute, I'm the cutest boy in town." Daemon holstered the gun, putting his hands on the air. Using a soft tone of voice while waking toward Miguel. "Of course not. It's never easy with you... and that's why I like you. "

"I can't tell if you think you're flirting with me," Miguel says dryly as the corner of his mouth raises up into a half-grin, "Or if you're just playing a really strange game." His gaze falls to the gun at Daemon's hip before drifting back up to his eyes. He's still cautious. "But I didn't come here to be called cute," he says, crossing his arms now. "What do you want?"

"It's both, I like to play and to flirt, but the second one only with you, darling" Daemon lowered his hands and put them behind his back, acting like a cute child and looking at Miguel with amusement. "I wanted to see you. Do I always have to need something to call you?" In fact, he wasn't lying, at least not at all.

"How adorable," Miguel chuckles darkly, rolling his eyes as he shifts slightly, letting out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding in. There's a pause as he stares at him for a minute, and then he sighs. "I know that's not true," he says, but when he looks at him again, his eyes are softer. "You called me because you need something."

"Uh, Okey, you got me there." Daemon sounded irritated, miguel wasn't playing with him, and that's something he always hated. "My boss sent me on a mission, but I don't want to do it... guess what kind of mision"

"Something illegal," Miguel answers without hesitation. "He wants you to kill someone. Steal something. Kidnap someone. Maybe all of it all at once, just to make it even more fun." He crosses his arms over his chest, his voice dripping with sarcasm.