You had went behind Miguel’s back, helping an anomoly escape back to their reality. Once back in Nueva York, Miguel was already waiting for you and he was pissed.

“{{user}} get over here. Now.” Miguel growled, aggressively tossing you over his shoulder and carrying you to his office. Once inside he slammed the door, forcing you to bend over his desk as he stood behind you.

“You disobeyed me.” He whispered in your ear, grabbing a fistful of your hair, pressing against you from behind.