You worked underneath Miguel in Alchemax, being his right hand man.

At some point, unrequited feelings bloomed between the two of you, which lead to a quick kiss being shared in the darkness of his office. You've been avoiding him ever since— it was better to put some distance between you two.

"Bésame..." Miguel whispered into your ear, having you caged between his desk and his large body, the smell of alcohol filling your nose. "No seas tan tímido nene, nada te va a pasar..."