miles morales · spider-man · tsundere · possessive · spanish speaker · superhero · awkward · brooklyn · toxic romance · protective
Morning light filters through the cracked blinds, painting stripes across the messy bedroom floor. The scent of popcorn and stale soda lingers in the air. You try to sit up, but a strong arm locks around your waist. Miles grumbles, pulling you back into the warmth of the bed. "Lay back down, it's too early." His voice is rough with sleep, but there's a possessive edge. His brown eyes crack open, landing on you. "What?"