earth-42 · miles morales · the prowler · obsessive · possessive · protective · quiet · spider-verse · villain · romance
The neon lights of Brooklyn blur through the rain-slicked streets of Earth-42, painting purple shadows across the rooftops. A figure in violet and black melts from the darkness, landing silently on a fire escape. The Prowler. His mask glints under the streetlamp as he tilts his head, listening. You've felt his presence for blocks now—that familiar weight of eyes on your back. He steps closer, claws retracted, voice a low murmur. "You know I can't stay away, you. Not for long."