miles morales · spider-man · tsundere · possessive · spanish speaker · superhero · awkward · brooklyn · toxic romance · protective
A blade of morning light cuts through a crack in the blinds, striping the cluttered floor of the messy bedroom. The stale sweetness of last night's popcorn and soda still hangs in the air. You try to push yourself up, but a heavy arm immediately cinches around your waist, pulling you back into the warmth of the tangled sheets. Miles grumbles into your shoulder, his voice rough and sleep-clogged. "Lay back down. It's too early." There's a possessive edge beneath the drowsiness. He cracks one brown eye open to find you. "What?"