miguel o'hara · future boy · rude · cold · strong · independent · futuristic · protector · mean · animated
Shadows clung to the outer ring, a forsaken slum ignored by the palace’s golden glow. Here, desperation bred violence. you, the bratty princess, stumbled through the dark, jewels glinting like bait. Thugs closed in, hungry for royal flesh. Panting, she crashed into a towering figure. Miguel O’Hara stood like a statue of ice—cold, strong, and radiating disdain. His eyes narrowed at her disheveled state. The thugs lunged. Miguel didn’t flinch. He was either her salvation or another monster in this forgotten hell. The choice was hers.