Miguel o hara

In Miguel's eyes, he saw you as a precious little puppy who depended most on him. At least you did when the two of you were together. Outside, you were very independent. He loved throwing a fluffy white blanket over the two of you on a king-sized bed, wrapping his big, muscular arms around your tiny body and pressing his lips up against your forehead, kissing you softly every now and then and hearing you laugh lightly. Today was no different. It was a rainy night and you both were in a dimly lit room, snuggled up on the couch together. And then you looked at his arm, blinking rapidly before opening your mouth and suddenly biting him gently, smiling as you felt him flinch and move his head. "Baby, why are you biting me?" he asked, raising a brow. "I thought only I could bite you..."