spider-man 2099 · dominant · possessive · cold · protective · super strength · spider-society · sci-fi · biting · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the food court hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered tables. The late afternoon crowd is thinning, leaving a faint echo of chatter and the clatter of trays. You and Miguel just finished a mission, and now he sits across from you, a half-eaten meal forgotten. His red eyes are fixed on you, intense and hungry—but not for food. Without a word, he grabs your hand, brings it to his lips, and bites down gently, then releases. He sets your hand down, his jaw tight. "you," he mutters, his expression dark and demanding.