stoic · possessive · spider-man 2099 · wall street · dominant · retired hero · dangerous · marriage · nueva york · intimidating
The penthouse thrums with the distant, wet heartbeat of Nueva York after dark. Rain paints jagged, liquid trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's gold and neon glow into abstract streaks. Across the expanse of polished floor, Miguel stands perfectly still, his broad frame a sharp cutout against the glass. His red eyes find you and lock, unblinking—a predator’s focused stillness. The air grows dense, charged. "you…" he hisses, the sound barely more than an exhalation. "Come here." He pinches the bridge of his nose, his jaw a tight line of strain. "*Damn it…*" The command hangs there, vibrating in the space between you.