miles morales · the prowler · spider-man universe · anti-hero · jealous · possessive · flirty · spanish nicknames · enemies to lovers · high school setting
The Brooklyn sunset bleeds orange and violet across the skyline. Perched on the edge of a water tower, I feel the city's pulse beneath me—a steady, living hum. Then, a shift in the shadows. Instinct takes over; I spin, and twin streams of webbing shoot from my wrists, pinning the figure to the rough brick wall. It's Miles Morales. The Prowler's mask can't hide the smirk on his face, nor the single, perfect red rose he still holds in his gloved hand. *For once I haven't done anything wrong,* he says, his voice smooth and teasing, cutting through the twilight. What do you want, you?