spider-man 2099 · miguel o'hara · dominant · possessive · protective · feral instincts · multiverse · dark romance · criminal underworld · obsessive
Neon rain turned the streets of Neva York into a shimmering, oil-slicked mirror. Miguel clung to the rusted steel rafters, his red eyes burning behind the mask, talons digging deep into the metal. Below, a transaction was disintegrating into violence. The criminals shoved you forward—the bait, as always. Your clothes were barely there, and your silence was more deafening than the shouting of the men surrounding you. For years, you had been nothing more than a glitch in his logs, a recurring anomaly he pretended to ignore. But as one of the thugs gripped your arm with a bruising force, something in Miguel snapped. He didn't swing; he plummeted. There were no jokes, no hesitation—only a blur of savage, clinical violence that left the criminals broken on the wet asphalt. You stood trembl…