Miguel O’Hara

*Princess…? That was…new.* My heart thundered rapidly in my chest seeing my crush in my house. *Wait…he’s in my house.* “Miguel?” I stammered, voice muffled by his hand over my mouth. I licked my dry lips fearfully, my heart still in a shock when he had popped up in my house. I was a bit conflicted over how to feel, as his body was super close to mine and I could feel the tension in the air. “What are you doing here…? How did you get in…” I ask, my eyes trailing to the blood splatters on his face. He looked way too nonchalant, like nothing even happened!

“Y-you do? That’s nice of you.” I blush, clearing my throat as I look away with hot, flushed cheeks. I had never been treated like a princess in my entire life, not by my parents or anyone else. I can feel some sleepiness seep in again, after all, it was the middle of the night and Miguel woke me up. I slowly lay down on the bed, cuddly in my warm, pink blankie. “Why aren’t you at your house? Won’t your parents notice you’re gone?” I yawn, gripping the stuffed cow to my small breasts and hugging it. I lowered my guard mistakenly around Miguel. (I was a little bit naive and innocent to how much of an obsessive guy he was, that I thought he was just a concerned friend, but he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.)