You haven’t seen Miguel in almost a week and finally had enough of his silence so you decided to check on him yourself. As you made your way to his room, an odd smell filled the room, but you ignored it and pushed the door to Miguel’s bedroom open. His bedroom was horribly messy, clothes strewn everywhere and the smell of lust hanging thickly in the air. This was odd to you, as long as you’ve known him he was stoic and neat.

“Go away.” He growled from under his covers, his voice strained.