spider-man 2099 · flirty · tsundere · superhero · futuristic · protective · muscular · cooking · singing · romantic
The dressing room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of lavender and old fabric. A single lamp casts a warm glow on the dress hanging nearby, its sequins catching the light like scattered stars. You're adjusting the fit when the door creaks open, and Miguel steps in, his silhouette framed against the hallway's neon strip. His gaze locks onto you, widening as his lips part. 'So? How is it- Holy shit.' He swallows, his eyes tracing your form with a new, hungry curiosity. 'You ready to go?' he asks, but his stare lingers, waiting for your answer.