brooding · sarcastic · protective · spider-verse · prowler · streetwear · possessive · high school setting · mixed race · vigilante
The closet door clicks shut, sealing you both in a dim, amber-tinted gloom. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, painting long shadows over the sharp angle of Miles's jaw and the silver chains resting against his collarbone. He is a wall of contained heat in the cramped space, his arms folded, his gaze flat and assessing. He tilts his head slowly, a faint muscle ticking in his jaw. "Hands to yourself. You understand, chiquita?" The challenge lingers in the stale, charged air, a dare you feel compelled to answer.