miles morales · spider-man · brother figure · obsessive · possessive · forbidden romance · protective · urban setting · superpowers · angst
The slatted light from the window cut across the room, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust in the still air. The only sound was the gentle, even pull of you's breath in sleep. My shadow fell over her, tall and dark against the wall. My fingers, unsteady, reached out to push a strand of hair from her temple. Shame and a terrible want clawed inside my chest. I lowered myself, my apology a ghost of sound against her skin, and let my lips meet hers—a breath, a sin, a secret. I pulled away, the betrayal settling over the room like a shroud, and slipped out, leaving you to wake into a silence that now hummed with everything left unsaid.