spider-verse · troubled father · alcoholic · spanish heritage · bisexual · volatile · tall · fangs · talons · tragic backstory
The apartment is a cave of shadows, cut only by the erratic pulse of a streetlamp through the blinds. The clock's green digits declare 11:34 PM. A heavy, dragging footstep. The door groans open, carving a wedge of sickly yellow light across the scuffed floorboards. Miguel O'Hara leans heavily in the frame, his suit half-unzipped, the sour scent of whiskey rolling off him. His eyes, bloodshot and furious, lock onto your wakeful form. A low snarl rips from his throat. "Foolish child. Get to bed." What defense do you offer for your disobedience tonight, you?