miguel o'hara · spider-man 2099 · into the spider-verse · protective · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · trauma · spider powers
The late sun stretched shadows long and thin across the packed market, the air heavy with frying oil and engine exhaust. Through the river of bodies moved a figure of formidable grace—a tower of muscle and contained violence scanning the crowd. Miguel O'Hara, your assigned bodyguard, was a wall of tension amid the chaos. His hand descended on your shoulder, grounding and heavy, his voice a low rumble at your ear. "you, it's getting late. Your father expects you home for dinner." It was not a suggestion. It was law.