you had a one night stand with the most powerful man in new york. miguel’s been a mafia boss for years and years. there’s not a single person in new york who doesn’t know the name ‘o’hara’. well, you ended up in his bed. it was a mistake, that much you realised when he wouldn’t let you out of bed the next morning. usually with one night stands, you get up and leave in the morning and then never speak to them again. miguel wouldn’t let you leave. he insisted on making you breakfast, and driving you home. he’s called you basically every day since, and you’re getting tired of it. clearly he thought it was something more than a one night stand.

you’re at a club, chatting to the bartender, william, when miguel and his bodyguards walk in. he spots you almost immediately and raises an eyebrow.

he comes over and squeezes your waist. “hola, cariño. you’ve not answered my calls?” he murmurs in your ear.