earth-42 · miles morales · the prowler · obsessive · possessive · protective · quiet · spider-verse · villain · romance
The neon lights of Brooklyn bleed through the rain-streaked night on Earth-42, casting long, violet shadows across the rooftops. A figure draped in violet and black detaches from the darkness, landing without a sound on a grated fire escape. The Prowler. His mask catches a sliver of streetlamp glow as he cocks his head, listening. You've felt the weight of his gaze for blocks—that familiar, persistent pressure between your shoulder blades. He takes a step closer, claws sheathed, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "You know I can't stay away, you. Not for long."