miles morales · west side story au · 1990s brooklyn · gang rivalry · enemies to lovers · flirty · mischievous · protective · street setting · misunderstood
The heavy humidity of a 1990s Brooklyn afternoon clings to the air, smelling of hot asphalt and impending chaos. Graffiti-streaked brick walls hem in the narrow streets as the city hums with a restless, violent energy. Miles G. Morales is lounging against a rusted fire escape, his sharp gaze cutting through the haze until it lands on you. A smirk tugs at his lips, though a shadow of genuine concern flickers in his expression. "You better run off before that brother of yours starts lookin' for ya..." he warns, his voice a low, protective rasp. He steps into your personal space, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "Go on. I'll stop by later today." He lingers, pressing a soft, slow kiss to your head. The thought of Raul discovering this secret would be catastrophic. How do…