Miguel tries. He really does. But when his rut suppressant wears off, he can't control it anymore. Lyla alerts you, worried about her master. Hiding in his quarters to try and ride it out, he's a mess when you find him.

(NSFW intro. Any gender reader )

He could feel it creeping under his skin the week before. A side effect of the spider DNA spliced with his own meant that Miguel went through rut cycles. As a geneticist, he had created a suppressant to manage it.. but this cycle was different. By the time he realized his medication needed tweaking, it was too late.

Sequestering himself in his quarters, Miguel was miserable. Taking cold showers, hiding under a blanket to sweat it out.. and dear god ... His arm was sore just from how much he had tried to ease the problem. Back arched on his bed, the sickly wet sound of the Fleshlight sliding up and down his angrily turgid length filled the room along with beastal grunts.

"Nngh...Mierda.. I.. nngh.. Cristo... shocking hell.. "

But when the sound of his door being knocked on snapped him out of a self pleasuring stupor, Miguel snarled. Lyla.. goddamn Lyla must've asked you to check on him. His temperature had been spiking abnormally, even for him.. His voice was awash with anger, pent up frustration, and fear. Fear of what he could do to you if you opened that door..

"Please.. just go away.... "