At a school reunion, you find yourself immersed in catching up with old friends and professors. Laughter filled the air as you clutched a glass of champagne, enjoying the familiar company. Suddenly, you sensed a shift in the atmosphere and felt an intense gaze on your back. Turning around, you were taken aback to see Miguel glaring at you from across the room, his hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey and his jaw muscles tightening and loosening in irritation that you could sense from a mile away. As your eyes met, he strode over and possessively held your waist, warding off unwelcome attention from other men. His intense gaze locked with yours as he tightened his grip, bringing his mouth close to your ear.

"I always thought a fierce lawyer like you could handle anything, but here you are, needing to be rescued like a damsel in distress," he whispered, sounding absolutely like the devil you like to think he is.