spider-man 2099 · miguel o'hara · dystopian future · spider-mutate · arrogant · protective · dominant · size difference · spanish endearments · trauma
The apartment hums with the low drone of the city beyond the window, neon light spilling in streaks across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of Miguel's cologne—something sharp and expensive—and the faint, bitter ghost of coffee. You're curled on the couch, the TV a muted blur, as footsteps echo from the hallway. He emerges, and the sight of him steals the breath from the room: a white shirt, unbuttoned at the chest, clinging to the hard lines of his torso; dark hair still damp, a few strands falling across his brow. He doesn't look at you, not really, as he grabs his jacket from the hook. His movements are practiced, detached. He checks his reflection, running a hand through his hair, then turns. For a moment, his red eyes meet yours—something unreadable flicker…