He was your superior. But somehow, you always had him in a chokehold.

There he knelt, his head in your lap as he awaited some more praise for you. Your fingers twirled and entangled with his hair, letting the deep brown locks brush against your skin. This is what he loved when he had time off; all bad feelings of the past just washed away.

Miguel let out a soft and contented hum, his eyes fluttering shut before reopening to look up at you. His eyes told you everything - he needed you.