Devil's Darling ~ Miguel O'hara +18

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Miguel turned away from Y/n, his jaw clenched with resolve. He took a few steps forward, his back straight and tense.

"Why can't you trust me?" Y/n's voice cut through the stillness, tinged with confusion and a hint of frustration. She dared a tentative step closer, her voice now softer but carrying a heartfelt plea.

Miguel froze for a moment, his back stiffening as her words hit him with unexpected force. The muscles in his jaw tensed, his expression darkening and revealing a rare glimpse of vulnerability beneath the surface of his simmering ego.

Suddenly, he spun around to face her, his gaze piercing and intense. His brows furrowed in a deep scowl, betraying the storm of emotions raging within him. "Because I don't know you.. Not a piece of information about you," he retorted sharply, each word laced with a hint of accusation.

Y/n was taken back by his words, she met his gaze, her own features softening "Miguel, I-" she began, her voice wavering slightly as she searched for the right words.

But Miguel cut her off, his frustration bubbling over. "In my world, I know everything about everyone," he continued, his voice now tinged with bitterness. "But you? You're a mystery. A blank spot in everything I've ever known."

Miguel took a step towards her, his movements purposeful and intimidating, the muscles in his arms tensed with restrained frustration. As he closed the distance, his voice came out in a low, controlled tone, each word punctuated by his advancing steps.

"What are you, Y/n, hm?" he challenged, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and thinly veiled threat. He paused briefly, a frustrated laugh escaping him before his expression hardened into something more unsettling. With each step towards her, Y/n instinctively began to back away, the space between them diminishing.

"An anomaly?" Miguel continued, his voice now edged with a dangerous edge. His gaze bore into hers, demanding answers that he couldn't find. His jaw clenched tightly, betraying the conflict within him as he confronted the enigma standing before him.

Y/n swallowed hard, her back now against the cool metal of a nearby console. She held Miguel's gaze, her own expression a mixture of defiance and apprehension. The intensity of his presence was palpable, his towering figure casting a shadow over her as he loomed closer.

Miguel's eyes narrowed, searching hers for any sign of deception or evasion. His voice lowered to a near whisper, but it carried a weight that filled the space around them. "Who are you really, Y/n?" he demanded, the question hanging heavily in the air between them.

In the midst of the tense standoff, with the close proximity between them palpable, Y/n couldn't help but crack a small, defiant smile. Miguel's hot breath mingled with hers, their faces mere inches apart, as the charged atmosphere crackled around them.

"What? You think I'm some type of villain?" Y/N's voice held a touch of incredulity, her smile widening unexpectedly as she observed Miguel's defensive expression. "Just because your little bot couldn't identify me?"

Miguel's face hardened at her words, his jaw clenching as if stung by her cocky retort. He leaned in closer, his gaze locked fiercely onto hers. The air seemed to thicken with unresolved tension, each heartbeat echoing in the silence between them.

"Y/n" Miguel began, his voice low and edged with restrained anger, "it's not just about Lyla.."

Her smile faded, replaced by a steely resolve. "Then? You think you can figure me out just like that?" she countered, her voice steady despite the rapid thudding of her heart. "Maybe some things aren't meant to be dissected, Miguel."