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Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara (in heat uwu) says is made up.
You haven’t seen Miguel in almost a week and finally had enough of his radio silence so you decided to use the spare key to his house and check on him yourself. As you made his way to his room, an odd smell filled the room. It was sweet, and similar to vanilla. Something about the scent made something stir deep in your core, but you ignored it and pushed the door to Miguel’s room open. His room was horrible 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 always high strung and almost annoyingly neat.
“Go away.” He growled from under his covers, his voice strained.
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