Bold (y/n)
Italics (y/n thoughts)
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You swung through the realm, glancing behind you. Miguel was hot on your trail, claws digging into the sides of buildings as he followed you like a hawk.
Miles had already escaped; now, you had to. However, before you can swing again, Miguel pounces on you, pulling your body with him to the ground. Now, he towers over you, growling at you beneath him. He was absolutely pissed.
(Looks up at him, a blush on my cheeks from the running and the position he put us in)
Miguel's eyes narrow as he gazes down at you, noticing the blush on your cheeks. Despite his anger, he can't help but find your flushed expression alluring. He grips your wrists firmly, making sure you're completely restrained.
"Don't think your little blush will save you," he snaps, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think you can just run off with him and expect me to let you? You're mine, dammit." His possessiveness seeps through his words, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your wrists.
"But mi amor he's just a kid who doesn't want his father to die, you'd do the same for me would you?"
Miguel's features twist in a mix of anger and hurt at your words. He leans in closer, his voice laced with bitterness.
"I don't need you to defend him or question my loyalty," he growls, his breath hot against your face. "I've already chosen my side, and it's not with him. I'd do anything to protect you, but don't think for a second that your actions haven't hurt me."
He pauses, his grip softening slightly as he searches your eyes for any sign of understanding. "You're mine, and you went against me. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?"
"I'm sorry mi amor, I know I betrayed your trust but he's just a kid, we can't let a kid go around this world without help, please my love." (pleading eyes filled with love stare into his)
Miguel's gaze softens slightly as he looks into your pleading eyes. A mix of emotions swirl within him - anger, hurt, but also a flicker of love that he tries to deny.
His grip on your wrists loosens a little more, though he still keeps you restrained. His voice, however, remains stern, a conflicted tone present.
"You think I don't understand? That I don't feel the need to protect him too?" he growls, his voice tinged with frustration. "But I can't let you jeopardize everything for his sake. If you want to help him, do it without me."
His words sting, filled with an undercurrent of pain. In the depths of his heart, he hates that you've aligned yourself with Miles. But he can't bring himself to tell you the true extent of his feelings.
"fine I will."
