Tangled Dance (Miguel Ohara x Y/N) Enemies to Lovers

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My frustration bubbled over, and I couldn't help but let out an exasperated scream as Miguel effortlessly threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Seriously, let go of me!" I yelled, slapping at his back in a futile attempt to break free. But Miguel remained frustratingly silent, his grip unyielding, so I channeled my annoyance into a barrage of insults as we went along:

"You're about as attractive as a goblin!"

"Spider-Man wannabe, that's all you are!"

"You'd make a terrible vampire in a B-list movie!"

"Your daughter must be throwing a party now that you're gone."

He suddenly stopped, and I smirked, confident I had gotten to him. He muttered something that I couldn't quite catch, and then we were on the move again. Swinging through his universe made me feel queasy, an unexpected side effect. I had to clamp down on the urge to throw up, doing my best to endure the dizzying ride.

In what felt like a blink, we were back at the spider base, and I was utterly drained. Miguel's gaze fell on my room – my confined space – and he swung the door open, dumping me inside unceremoniously. My back thudded against the wall, and I mustered up a glare aimed at Miguel. However, when our eyes locked and I saw the fury in his expression, my bravado crumbled, and I found myself instinctively retreating.

Then, with a deliberate slowness, he advanced into the room. Panic bubbled up within me, and I attempted to retreat, only to realize I was already cornered against the wall. There was nowhere left to go.

The door clicked shut behind him.

"You don't talk about my hija," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. I couldn't meet his gaze; that would only invite more trouble. So, I looked down, allowing vulnerability to seep into my demeanor. If I appeared weak, maybe he would show some restraint.

My silence appeared to fuel his frustration, ratcheting up his anger even further. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too scared to open that big mouth of yours?" His words dripped with disdain as he loomed over me.

He stooped down, forcefully grasping my face and compelling me to meet his seething gaze. "I dare you to utter that trash again," he spat. Only laughing bitterly when he saw my collar.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as his eyes landed on my collar. "Seems rather fitting for you, doesn't it?" he sneered, a mocking tone in his voice. He released his grip on my face and instead seized the collar, yanking me upright with a sharp tug.

I grabbed his wrist with both of my hands. "Let. Me. Go," I demanded, locking eyes with him and sending an intense glare his way.

My grip on his wrist tightened, my fingers digging into his skin, Miguel's expression remained unyielding, his gaze narrowing as he stared back at me. For a moment, it seemed like time itself held its breath, suspended between us.

Then, with a sudden motion, he wrenched his wrist free from my grasp, his movement swift and forceful. I stumbled back slightly, off-balance, but my glare never wavered and he still had a grip on the collar keeping me from falling but also slowly choking me.

"You deserve to sit here and rot for the rest of your life" Miguel said, his lips twisting into a smirk. As if he had said the smartest thing ever.

My foot shot forward, delivering a swift and well-aimed kick straight to his most vulnerable spot. Miguel's eyes widened in shock as pain flashed across his features, and he stumbled back with a sharp groan, he yanked the collar forcing me on top of him. My face heated up, I felt him against me. More than I wanted to, thats when I realized his spidersuit was a hologram. 

Before I could react, Miguel's swift movements caught me off guard. He had effortlessly flipped me over and pressed me against the wall, his body pressing intimately against mine. My heart raced, and a shiver ran down my spine as he leaned in, his warm breath brushing against my ear.

"You're free to talk all you want," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver through me, "But remember this, Huntsman – every choice you make has consequences."

This man killed someone close to me, this man kidnapped me, this man took my freedom and now, he's acting like he owns me. He moved his face away from mine and stared me down like a predator looking at its pray.

Summoning every ounce of strength I have left, I manage to push aside the discomfort of his weight pinning me to the wall. Despite my racing heart and ragged breath, I find my voice. "You don't strike me as much of a hero," I retort

Suddenly, Miguel's face inches closer again, his breath brushing against my ear. My heart skips a beat as his proximity heightens the tension between us. I brace myself for whatever he's about to say, my muscles tensing in anticipation. But before he can utter a word, a surge of instinct takes over.

In an audacious move, I sink my teeth into his cheek, my actions driven by a desperate need to break free from his hold. A low, guttural groan escapes him as he reacts, He shoves my head back into the unyielding wall with brutal force, the impact rattling me.

"You want to bite?" he growls, his voice dripping with a primal fury that sends a shiver down my spine. "I'll show you how to bite." His grip on my arms tightens, his fingers digging into my skin as he holds me in place.

I want to shrink away, to hide from the intense gaze and the impending threat, but nothing could have prepared me for the chilling sight of Miguel's mouth opening to reveal fangs I had never known were there. Horror courses through me, and a soft sob escapes my lips as a wave of panic washes over me, rendering me powerless.

I feel his fangs graze the skin on my neck, and my body tenses involuntarily, my knees threatening to buckle beneath me. "Stop... stopstopstop," I whisper frantically, my voice trembling, my entire being trembling. And then, the unthinkable happens. He sinks his fangs into my neck, and a surge of pain radiates through my body, followed by an unexpected rush of sensation that leaves me gasping. I bite down on my lip, desperately trying to suppress the moan that threatens to escape, mingling with the scream that tears from my throat.

He delves deeper into my neck, and I can't contain the flood of tears that blur my vision as I feel a strange paralysis creeping over my body. It's as if my limbs are heavy and unresponsive, and I'm trapped in a nightmare that I can't wake up from. My body trembles violently, and then, with a suddenness that sends shockwaves through me, he releases his grip.

I crumple to the ground like a ragdoll, every muscle weak and uncooperative. The room spins around me, and I can't move, can't even lift my head. I'm left utterly helpless, my breathing ragged and labored.

"Whats... happening to me..." I force out quietly, my jaw barely functioning. He just chuckles and exists the room.

One year and one day, and my life went from a 180 to a 360, back to where it started.