Ever Room With A Venomous Spider? (Miguel O'Hara x Male Reader)

Pampering with Care

C/N

PHEWWW, thank god I was able to finish this chapter this morning. Sorry for the wait! However, it's now published for ya. Hopefully this chapter will feed you guys well, cause my self indulgence really took a toll here.

Three songs!!
1. BAD bad - Fana Hues
2. Conversations with Saturn - FlwrChyld
3. Corduory Dreams - Rex Orange County

Enjoy the chapter! Hoping for more of a cute chapter next.

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Upper West Side, New York: Saturday, December 24th, 2023, 5:37 a.m.

Location: Rylan's Living Room

I step back into the living room, my hands trembling slightly as I hold the bucket of water and the washcloth. Nervousness courses through my veins as the weight of my inexperience weighs heavily on my mind. The only medical exposure I had was during a brief internship at a local hospital for a high school course, which was hardly enough to prepare me for this moment.

As I approach Miguel, who is still reclined in the chair, a surge of mixed emotions floods my senses. A sudden flutter ripples through my chest, and a faint flush tinges my cheeks as my gaze inadvertently lingers upon his revealed figure. His eyes remain shut, a tranquil countenance adorning his visage, seemingly unaware of the intensity with which I observe him.

The subtle rise and fall of his chest reveals a state of relaxation, while his thighs rest comfortably, muscles at ease.

The scene before me is a delicate balance between vulnerability and sensuality. The glow of the room's soft lighting gently caresses Miguel's features, accentuating the contours of his body. Every subtle curve and line, sculpted like a work of art, draws my attention and ignites a flutter of conflicting desires within me.

I rouse myself from the transe, recognizing the duty before me. Taking a profound inhalation, I fortified my resolve, consciously recalling the mission that led me to this point. The moment has arrived to cast aside my own uncertainties and direct my attention towards the welfare of my roommate. Determination replaces nervousness as I prepare to clean Miguel's wounds, ready to offer the care and assistance he needs.

Taking one last lingering glance at Miguel's serene form, I begin the delicate process of tending to his injuries, my hands guided by a mixture of trepidation and a newfound sense of responsibility.

"Miguel? Are you with me here? I'm back."

Miguel's eyes slowly flutter open, revealing a tired gaze that pierces through the room and meets my own. Time seems to stand still as I find myself captivated by the sight before me. His eyes, with a subtle glimmer of exhaustion, hold a certain allure that I can't help but find irresistible.

But it's not just his eyes that capture my attention. As Miguel opens his mouth, a tired yet enchanting smile graces his lips, and there, ever so slightly, his fangs become visible. Like a glimpse into another world, they add a touch of mystique to his appearance, akin to a creature of the night, a mesmerizing vampire emerging from the shadows.

The sight of Miguel's fangs, though unexpected, only serves to intensify the allure that surrounds him. They are a delicate reminder of his unique nature, an enigmatic aspect of his being that sets him apart from others. The subtle prominence of his fangs adds a touch of danger, yet there is an underlying gentleness in his tired expression that draws me closer.

As our gazes meet, a mix of emotions floods my senses. Awe, fascination, and an indescribable attraction intertwine within me, creating a complex tapestry of feelings. It feels as though a shroud has been lifted, exposing a facet of Miguel that had merely brushed my awareness in the past. Enchanted and captivated, I find myself transfixed, unable to divert my gaze from the mesmerizing spectacle unfolding before my eyes.