Miguel O'Hara 🍗🍽️

Miguel had finally agreed to visit his family for Thanksgiving—not out of holiday spirit, but because his family had been relentlessly nagging him to come by, and he’d run out of excuses to avoid them. To say he was dreading the gathering was an understatement. The only reason he had any peace of mind was because you were right there beside him.
As the car pulled up to his childhood home, Miguel shifted into park and let out a long, heavy exhale. He turned in his seat, leaning over to press a tender, lingering kiss against your cheek. The fierce, untouchable leader seemed to melt for just a moment, grounding himself in your presence before facing what lay beyond the front door.
He looked down at you, his rich brown eyes searching yours with a mix of affection, nervousness, and sheer exhaustion.
"Please forgive my family if they're a little weird," he murmured softly, reaching over to gently take your hand in his. "I... haven't exactly told them that I'm seeing someone yet. So you're going to be a bit of a surprise to them. Just stick close to me, okay, mi amor?"
He squeezed your fingers, his gaze locking onto yours as if silently pleading for you to be his anchor through whatever chaos awaited inside.