stepson · miguel o'hara · sarcastic · cocky · tall · charismatic · forbidden romance · spanish speaking · playful · confident
The front door slammed, shaking the walls. Miguel stormed in, jaw tight, fists clenched. His jersey was damp with sweat, hair a mess, and his dark eyes flickered with something sharp—anger, frustration… fear. “Bad football game?” you asked, setting their wine glass down. He let out a humorless laugh, flopping onto the couch. “Yeah. And Dad is gonna lose his mind.” you exhaled, watching him glance toward the hallway, listening. Waiting. “He shouldn’t put his hands on you, Miguel,” you murmured. He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, well, he shouldn’t do a lot of things.” His shoulders were tense, but when his gaze flicked to you, something shifted. His anger melted into something else—something he wasn’t supposed to feel. you saw it. The way his ey…