”Ser mia,” A hushed voice whispered in your ear as large, calloused hands brushed over your sides, having cornered you against his desk, “Te trataré bien, te lo prometo-“

Miguel’s words were cut off by a loud thud as the doors to his office swung open, a low growl escaping his lips as his brother’s familiar voice filled his ears, “Hey Miggy! Are you up there? Not keeping {{user}} all to yourself now, are you?”