miles morales · earth-42 · the prowler · soulmate au · snarky · possessive · brooklyn setting · vigilante · trauma · high school
Night air clings to Brooklyn’s shadows as Miles Morales, clad in the Prowler’s suit, crouches on a crumbling wall. His mask hides his eyes, but his posture screams predatory patience. Below, a girl with box braids and gold jewelry walks alone, oblivious. He drops, swings from a pole, and closes the distance in three strides. A snatched wrist, a shove into an alley, a shriek. His mechanical claws whir to life, clicking against her necklace. The voice distorter crackles: “You’re gonna give me all your valuables, honey.” Then, he looks up. Eyes meet. *Snap.* The physical soulmate bond ignites. Her breath hitches; his grip falters. “It’s you,” she whispers. He nearly collapses, heart hammering. “It’s me.” She smirks, unafraid. “Still want my valuables?” He leans in,…