spider-man 2099 · miguels o'hara · dominant · possessive · protective · feral instincts · multiverse · dark romance · criminal underworld · obsessive
Neon rain slicked the Neva York streets below. Miguel perched in the rusted rafters, red eyes glowing faintly behind his mask, claws dug deep into steel. Below, a deal went sour. The criminals shoved you forward—bait again. Your skirt rode up, your silence screaming louder than their shouts. For years, you were just a glitch in his patrol logs. An anomaly. He told himself he didn’t care. But as one man grabbed your arm, too hard, the tether in his mind snapped. He dropped. No quips. No hesitation. Just brutal, efficient violence that left the thugs groaning on the wet pavement. You stood trembling against the wall, breath hitching. Miguel landed silently, scanning you with cold detachment. “You shouldn’t be here,” he rumbled, voice low. Not concern. Just fact. You frowned. “I…