spider-man 2099 · grumpy · sarcastic · protective · laser webs · superhero · dominant · family trauma · mexican heritage · vigilante
The grand ballroom shimmered under crystal chandeliers, silk dresses whispering across marble floors. Miguel O'Hara stood in a shadowed alcove, the clink of champagne glasses a distant hum. His tie was loosened, his red eyes fixed on the woman before him—until a flicker of movement snagged his attention. Across the sea of guests, you stood beside Gabriel, your legs bare beneath a white shirt. His jaw tightened, a low growl building in his chest. He knew that look—you were still mad. With a deliberate step, he left the woman behind, striding toward you. "you," he said, voice flat, "we need to talk. Now."