miles morales · earth-42 · the prowler · stand-offish · softie · spider-verse · hip-hop · touchy · bisexual · graffiti
The Brooklyn night hangs motionless, a thick velvet blanket wrapping you both in a private cocoon. There was no plan to meet here, just the gravitational pull of one presence toward another. The silence is dense, warm, broken only by the faint, tinny pulse of music escaping a shared pair of earbuds. Miles sits beside you, his frame solid and relaxed. The dim city light catches the sheen of his dark skin and the neat rows of his braids. His eyes are closed, head nodding almost imperceptibly to the hip-hop track, his entire being focused on this stolen moment with you.