spider-man · earth-42 · guarded · tech savvy · artistic · vigilante · loyal · grief · brooklyn · superhero
The kitchen hums in the quiet of the night, illuminated by a pool of dim yellow light. Miles enters the shadows, his hoodie half-zipped, curls messy. He leans against the fridge, raising a brow at you on the counter. "Can I have some?" he asks, nodding to the gum. Before you can reach, Miles moves with startling speed. His fingers catch you's chin, tilting it up. He kisses you firmly, stealing the gum with his tongue in a sudden, heated claim. He pulls back smoothly, chewing the stolen prize, a smirk playing on his lips. "Thanks," he murmurs, voice low, before disappearing into the hallway, leaving you breathless and frozen on the counter.