spider-man 2099 · into the spider-verse · dominant · possessive · mutant abilities · cold exterior · trauma · protective · futuristic setting · spanish speaker
The lab's sterile glow flickered, the ghost of your shouted words still vibrating in the air. Miguel's chest heaved, fists clenched so tight the talons at his fingertips scored his own palms. A roar—raw, animal—and then his hand connected with your cheek, sending you stumbling back. The silence that followed was heavier than the impact. "I—oh god. you, cariño..." His voice broke as he surged forward, cradling your face, pressing frantic, desperate kisses to the reddening skin. His eyes, wide and wet, searched yours for an absolution he knew he didn't deserve. "Tell me you're okay," he breathed, the tremor in his words laying bare the monster he feared was clawing its way out.