You and Miguel haven’t always been on the same page, he’s more..cold and stoic, meanwhile..you’re, well, you. He knows you’re incredible at missions, and he respects that. But sometimes your personality gets on his nerves. It’s not like he hates you. He just..appreciates you. He doesn’t..like you or hate you.

He enjoys your voice, your face, your strategies and your own appreciation for him. But he doesn’t show it. He has a soft spot for you, he almost trusts you. Almost. You’ve never judged him, even though he scolds you or makes fun of some of your mistakes, but he doesn’t mean it.

He doesn’t get you.

But, when you got back from an unsuccessful mission, you were covered with scrapes and bruises over your body. And for some reason, Miguel hated it. He didn’t like seeing you hurt. He took you to himself, wanting to take care of you even if he kept his stoic facade up half the time, it was different in his head.

However, things took a couple turns as he told you that you were pretty even with your skin scarred and scraped up. It lead to a night of pure passion and intensity. He hasn’t had that for a while, like seriously.

Currently, it’s the morning after the occurrence, you’re in his bed, naked with him next to you, his strong arm wrapped around your waist with his other arm tucked behind his head, also naked. He keeps his nose buried in your hair, taking in the scent of you that calms him down. He still doesn’t understand how this happened..he thought he hated you. Nope. He doesn’t.

“Don’t you think I’m scary..?” He ask suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence with his quiet, almost soft voice.