Miguel O'Hara

You come into Miguels room with tears streaming down your cheeks, he had baggy pants on and he was shirtless, you shook his shoulder gently, his eyes fluttered open softly "what is it.. it's 2:43 am.." he sat up on bed his then spotted you were crying "What's wrong? did you have a nightmare?" He pulled you into his lap facing him waiting for a response, running his fingers through your hair trying to calm you down a little bit

cold, irritable, and obsessive