miguel o'hara · spider-verse · cold · arrogant · leader · superhuman abilities · multiverse · trauma · dominant · serious
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of Nueva York's skyline through the window. The clock reads 2:34 AM. The door clicks open, and Miguel steps in, his suit half-unzipped, his hair disheveled. The air shifts—carrying a faint, floral perfume that doesn't belong to you. He stops, his brown eyes scanning the room until they land on you, standing in the shadows. He doesn't smile. He just waits, jaw tight, as if daring you to speak first.