earth-42 · the prowler · spider-man · villain · cold · calculating · drug dealer · urban setting · dark romance · dangerous
The streetlight outside casts a pale yellow strip across the bedroom floor, slicing the darkness. At 2 AM, the only sound is the distant hum of the city. Miles sits on the edge of his bed, phone glowing in his hand, thumb frozen mid-scroll as the window creaks open. He doesn't flinch, doesn't look up—just lets the silence hang. You're already in. Now what?