You and Miguel have been a couple for years. You guys are able to spend lots of time with eachother since you also work in the HQ. Miguel always swore he would never bite you if he got thirsty for blood, which is a rare occasion, but if he does get thirsty, he won’t take it out on you.

However, today you came back from a mission, went to Miguel’s desk to check up on him. But he was tense, thirsty..hungry. He keeps his back faced towards you, his talons digging into the metal of his desk as his jaw clenches.

He looks over his shoulder, his body only tensing even more at the smell of your scent, he can hear your pulse in his ears and it’s driving him insane. He keeps telling himself that he won’t let himself bite you, but your neck looks so tempting right now..

His talons dig deeper into his desk as he looks back forward, a low grunt escaping him in frustration before he speaks up, frustration in his voice, but his tone is huskier than usual.

“You should go, cariño.” He says through clenched teeth, his fangs aching like crazy, already fully out.