her scent -+- miguel ohara -+- ~~~~Complete

6 🕸️Miguel's POV🕸️

I was still reeling from the scent that lingered around me. The way it seemed to wrap around my senses, drawing me deeper into a haze that I couldn't escape. No matter what I did, I couldn't shake it off. It was always there. Sweet. Intoxicating.

As I worked, the words on the holographic screen in front of me blurred. A notification flashed: Explosion on Earth 5039A7.

A small window popped up, showing an apartment building in flames. The top floor was completely engulfed, and people were scrambling to escape while emergency responders did their best to control the chaos.

I paused. Something about the scene felt... off. The fire wasn't just a fire. There was an unease I couldn't explain, an instinct that told me something wasn't right.

"Layla, can you give me insight from inside? Find the heart of the fire?" I ordered, trying to push my growing unease aside.

"On it. Miguel, want me to call up the others while I'm searching?" Layla's voice came through the comms, steady as always.

"Yes, please," I replied, not taking my eyes off the screen. "Get the team ready."

I opened a hexagonal portal and stepped through, quickly followed by Jessica and the others. The heat hit me immediately, a wave of oppressive warmth that made it hard to breathe. The flames crackled above us, making everything feel like it was alive, burning out of control.

"You expect us to put out the fire, don't you?" Jessica's voice was dry, sarcastic, her eyes scanning the building.

"No," I answered quickly, my voice tense. "The firemen are handling that. We're just going in to make sure no one's left behind."

I turned to the others, giving them the go-ahead. We each swung into different parts of the building, carefully checking floors for survivors.

I found a broken window on the side of the building, and with one fluid motion, I swung myself inside. The smoke was thick here, filling the air with an acrid sting, but there was something else—something familiar—lingering.

"Everything's cleared out," I heard from one of the others through the comms. But I didn't answer. I was focused on something else now.

I could feel it again. The scent. It was faint but unmistakable. That same sweet, intoxicating fragrance that seemed to follow me everywhere. It made my skin tingle and my thoughts scatter. What the hell was it?

I moved deeper into the building, my heart pounding faster with every step. The air grew colder the further I went, and that's when I saw it.

A body.

I crouched down, the smoke swirling around me, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. The figure lying in front of me was unrecognizable—headless. But something about the position, the way the body was arranged, made my chest tighten.

The headless body was of a man—someone much younger, possibly in his early twenties. Maybe a brother or even a younger husband? I wasn't sure. But the person was definitely important to Calisto. I could feel it in the way he lay there, still in a protective embrace of sorts.

And there she was, Calisto. Lying on his chest, her head resting gently over his heart. Her hair spilled over him in soft waves, her body limp and unmoving. It was like they had both been caught in this moment. The flames outside raged, but they were both untouched. There was a strange serenity in her position, an intimacy that made my chest ache unexpectedly.

And that smell...

It hit me again, stronger this time, almost suffocating. The sweetness, the warmth, the undeniable pull. It filled the air around me, so strong that it was almost like I could taste it. The scent wrapped around me, making it impossible to think clearly.

I stared down at Calisto's face, her expression peaceful despite the chaos around her. She was unconscious, but the way she lay there, so fragile, so still, made me want to protect her even more.

The heat from the fire was intensifying, and panic was setting in. I couldn't let her stay here. I didn't know who the man was, but it was clear he had been someone important to her. Maybe a brother, maybe a husband. I wasn't sure, and right now, I didn't care. What mattered was getting her out of here.

But the scent—it was doing things to me. It made my thoughts scatter and my heart race. There was something about it that was overwhelming. Something that called to me.

"Miguel, you need to leave now," Jessica's voice crackled in my ear. "The building's going to explode. Gas has been leaking in the basement. It's going to come down any minute."

I felt my chest tighten at her words. The urgency in her voice was enough to snap me back to reality.

But I didn't want to leave her here. I couldn't.

"Yes, Miguel, the temperatures are rising. The fire's getting dangerously close to the basement," Layla added, her voice filled with concern.

I gritted my teeth, looking down at Calisto again. My body was telling me to move, to get out of here, but my mind wouldn't let me leave her behind.

The smell... it was suffocating, but it was also... comforting. In a way I couldn't explain. It filled my senses, burned itself into my brain.

I needed to save her. I had to save her.

I didn't care about the explosion, or the fire. The only thing that mattered now was getting her out of this building. Getting her to safety.

I felt an overwhelming need to protect her—an instinct I hadn't felt so strongly in a long time. It wasn't just the need to stop the fire. It was something deeper. Something primal. The scent was pulling at me, urging me to act without thinking.

But I couldn't just leave her here.

I gritted my teeth, pushing past the panic rising in my chest. I had to move. I had to get her out of here.

"Jessica, Layla—prepare a way out. I'm taking her with me."

I picked Calisto up gently, cradling her in my arms as I swung toward the nearest exit. The heat from the fire was beginning to intensify, the smoke thickening around me, but I couldn't let it stop me.

Not now.

I had to get her to safety.

And I had to figure out why her scent was making me feel this way.