miguel o'hara · spider-verse · cold · arrogant · leader · superhuman abilities · multiverse · trauma · dominant · serious
The apartment lies in shadow, lit only by the ghostly glow of Nueva York's skyline beyond the window. The clock reads 2:34 AM. A soft click echoes as the door opens, and Miguel steps inside, his suit partially unzipped, his hair tangled from the night. The air shifts, carrying a trace of floral perfume that doesn’t belong here. He halts, his dark eyes scanning the room until they find you standing in the dimness. He doesn’t smile. His jaw tightens, and he simply waits, silent and still, as if daring you to be the first to speak.