The dim light from the monitors flickered against the walls of Miguel's office. The air was thick with the scent - her scent - and it clung to every molecule of oxygen he tried to drag into his lungs.
He didn't even hear the door slide open. Didn't need to. He felt her.
Calisto.
Blood smeared across her knuckles, a small cut on her cheek, the scent of adrenaline, iron, and that maddening, disorienting sweetness that made his claws flex.
"You got a death wish, muñeca?" Miguel's voice cut through the dark like a blade.
She rolled her eyes, stepping further into the room. "Oh, what now? You gonna lock me up for taking out a few extras?"
"You disobeyed orders." His frame shifted, muscles tight, shadows clinging to him. "Again."
Calisto tossed her jacket aside, the motion wafting that intoxicating scent right into his face. Miguel's jaw clenched so hard his fangs grazed his lip.
"What're you gonna do about it, O'Hara? Huh?" she taunted, stepping toe to toe, tilting her chin up. The gleam in her dark blue eyes was defiant, reckless - begging for a reaction.
He snarled, hand slamming against the wall beside her head, claws embedded in the metal. The room practically trembled.
"You don't know what you're f*cking playing with, Callisto."
Her lips curled into a dangerous smirk. "No? Looks like you're the one losing control, big guy."
That was it. That was the last damn straw.
In one swift, primal movement, Miguel's hand fisted in the collar of her suit and he yanked her flush against him. His breath was hot against her throat, and before she could snark another word-
He bit her.
Fangs grazed skin, sharp but controlled. Not enough to pierce, but enough to leave a mark. A warning. A claim.
Calisto sucked in a sharp breath, her body arching instinctively, a shaky noise slipping past her lips before she could stop it.
"Cabrona," he growled against her skin. "You're gonna get yourself killed one of these days."
She shoved at his chest - not hard, not enough to push him away, but enough to remind them both she was still standing. Still unbroken.
"Get in line," she rasped, eyes flickering to his lips, her own bitten pink and flushed.
And then - like the universe itself couldn't handle another second of this charged madness - the comm buzzed to life.
Bzzt. "Mission briefing. Now. HQ floor 2."
They both froze.
Miguel's claws retracted, and he stepped back, his expression a storm of frustration and want and fury.
Calisto straightened, rubbing the side of her neck where his bite lingered like a phantom heat.
"This isn't over," she murmured, eyes narrowing in challenge.
Miguel didn't look at her when he spoke, already moving toward the door.
"It never is, muñeca."
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Fanfictionher scent he picked it up somewhere and now it seems like he can't get rid of it miguel o'hara x oc I apologize in advance for any spelling errors.
