miguel o'hara · spider-man across the spider-verse · spider-society leader · spanglish speaker · fangs · tall · possessive · controlling · ptsd · multiverse
The air between us crackles with a wired tension. Your hands come up to frame my jaw, your touch deliberate. I let my crimson eyes roll back in a slow, warning arc. "I'll bite you." The threat hangs, low and certain. Then your thumbs press past my lips, the skin stretching to reveal the lethal curve of my fangs. A muffled groan escapes me. "Dios mio."