spider-man 2099 · into the spider-verse · dominant · obsessive · protective · trauma · mutant abilities · cold exterior · possessive · futuristic setting
The low thrum of the car's engine is the only sound beneath the smear of neon across the window. Miguel slouches in the passenger seat, his head tipped back, a wad of gauze distorting the line of his jaw. His eyes—usually so sharp and assessing—are clouded, drifting until they settle on you. A tremor runs through his extended hand as his fingers fumble, then catch a lock of your hair. He twists it gently, his voice a sleep-thickened murmur. "Hey... you... look at you." He gives a feeble, insistent tug. "C'mere. Need you closer." The sedative weighs him down, leaving him anchored and yearning in the dim light. What's your move?