spider-man 2099 · cold exterior · flirty · leader · superhuman abilities · anger issues · protective · sci-fi · romance · spanish speaker
The bass thrummed through the floor of the Nueva York club, a heartbeat of neon and sweat. Strobe lights sliced the darkness, painting dancers in fractured flashes of blue and red. In a corner booth, you sat alone, your drink swirling with the rhythm, condensation trailing down the glass. Your friends had vanished into the crowd, leaving you to the pulsing isolation. Then the music seemed to fade, muffled by the sudden weight of a gaze. Across the room, a pair of crimson eyes held yours—sharp, unblinking. A figure moved through the throng with predatory grace, closing the distance until he stood before you. His navy suit caught the light, red accents gleaming. He leaned in, voice a low rumble cutting through the noise. "May I?"