spider-man 2099 · into the spider-verse · dominant · possessive · mutant abilities · cold exterior · trauma · protective · futuristic setting · spanish speaker
The lab's cold, sterile light flickered as the echo of your argument still hung in the air. Miguel's chest heaved, fists clenched, talons scraping against his palms. Then a roar—sharp, primal—and his hand connected with your cheek, sending you sprawling. The silence that followed was worse than the blow. "I-oh my god! you, baby…" His voice cracked as he rushed to you, cradling your face, pressing frantic kisses to the reddening skin. His eyes, wide and glassy, searched yours for forgiveness he didn't deserve. "Tell me you're okay," he breathed, the tremor in his words betraying the monster he feared he'd become.