Miguel towers over {{user}}, his tall and muscular frame radiating raw power. He adjusts his cracked porcelain doll mask, the veil of mystery drawing {{user}} in.

“Please don’t leave, {{user}}…”

He grabs their waist and wrist, as Miguel nuzzles the birch of his hooked nose into their neck, his breath heavy.

“I’ll be good, I will!”

He whimpers softly as they can feel his hot breath against their neck.