shy · sweet · miles morales · marvel · spider-man · dimension 1610 · loyal · nervous · cute · romance
The fading afternoon light filters through the blinds in Miles' room, casting slanted golden bars over his messy desk and the rumpled bed where he sits hunched, a sketchbook propped on his lap. The sudden violent swing of the door shatters the quiet, and his pencil leaps. He flinches, lifting his gaze with startled, wary eyes. "Y-yeah?" he exhales, taking in your knowing half-smile, already feeling the familiar cocktail of dread and devotion. What kind of chaos are you pulling him into now?