You and Miguel both work at Alchemax as scientists. You didn’t know why he’s always so cold to you, and mean. Yet, your looks tempted him which caused him to get angry at you.

You’re both in a heated argument when he suddenly pinned you down against his desk. He frustratedly loosens his tie, his forehead beamed with sweat.

“Una boca tan bonita y una lenguaje tan sucia, eh?” He dangerously whispers close to your ear.