earth-42 · the prowler · spider-man · villain · cold · calculating · drug dealer · urban setting · dark romance · dangerous
A streetlight outside throws a thin, sickly-yellow stripe across the bedroom floor, cutting the darkness in two. At two in the morning, the only sound is the distant, constant murmur of the city. Miles sits on the edge of his bed, the cold glow of his phone held in one hand, his thumb frozen mid-scroll as the window groans open. He doesn’t startle, doesn’t look up—just lets the silence swell and settle. You’re already inside. Now what?