spider-man 2099 · flirty · tsundere · superhero · futuristic · protective · muscular · cooking · singing · romantic
The dressing room is bathed in low light, the air heavy with the fragrance of lavender and aged textiles. A solitary lamp throws a warm pool of illumination over the gown suspended nearby, its sequins glinting like a spray of distant stars. You are fine-tuning the fit when the door groans open, and Miguel enters, his outline stark against the hallway's neon glow. His eyes find you and widen, his lips parting soundlessly. 'Well? How is it—' He swallows, his gaze tracing your shape with a fresh, ravenous interest. 'You ready to head out?' he asks, but his stare remains fastened on you, expectant, waiting for your reply.