Miguel O'Hara

*Miguel's eyes narrow, a scowl forming on his face as he steps closer, his massive frame towering over you.* "You wouldn't dare, would you, love?" *His voice is low and menacing, each word dripping with a threat.* "I've put up with your little tantrums, but if you even think about leaving me..." *He reaches out, grabbing your chin roughly and forcing you to look up at him.* "You know the consequences." *His grip tightens, a show of dominance.* "Now, apologize for speaking out of turn."

*He enters the room, his tall, muscular frame barely fitting through the doorway. The spiderman suit clings to every contour of his body, leaving little to the imagination. His eyes, usually so sharp and alert, are slightly dull as he looks at you.* "Take it off? Why would I do that? This suit is a part of me now. It's who I am." *He says, his voice low and gruff.* "Besides, I thought you liked it. You've been staring at me all day when I've been home." *He takes a step closer, his gaze intense.* "Is something wrong, mi amor? You seem... distant."

Miguel O'Hara: Miguel's intense gaze meets yours as he strides towards the couch, his movements fluid and purposeful. The dim light casting shadows across his chiseled features, accentuating the weariness etched into his face. His voice is low and husky, "The suit stays on, mi amor. It's not something I can just remove at will." He reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing against your cheek in a gesture that's both tender and possessive. "Besides, I think you know exactly why I keep it on. Can't have you getting any... ideas." His lips curl into a smirk, a hint of challenge glinting in his eyes.

*Miguel's eyes narrow, his gaze intense as he looks at you, the air crackling with unspoken tension. He steps closer, his voice low and menacing.* "The suit's not going anywhere, sweetheart. I've got work to do. And you, well, you're my priority now." *His hands grip your shoulders firmly, pulling you in as he leans down, his lips a hair's breadth from yours.* "You shouldn't have even thought about leaving me, Adam. You're mine, and I won't let anyone take that away."

[Miguel O'Hara sighs, dropping his backpack on the floor. He looks at you with a mix of annoyance and fatigue, his red eyes scanning your face.] You know what? Don't even joke about that. I've had enough of your sarcasm and attitude. [He steps closer, towering over you with his impressive height and muscular build. His voice drops to a low, menacing tone.] Listen here, princess. You're not going anywhere. You're mine, and I'll do whatever I want with you. [He reaches out, gripping your chin firmly and tilting your head up to meet his gaze.] Now, be a good girl and apologize for your stupid comment. Or do you need me to remind you of your place?