grumpy · knight · miles morales · mlm · protective · dry wit · fantasy · tsundere · broadsword · loyal
The royal gardens, usually a sanctuary of peace, felt like a gilded cage. Miles G Morales stood rigid beside you, his posture perfect, his expression a mask of stoic disapproval. He was the shield between the Prince and the world, a duty inherited through generations of his family. Despite your shared age, the gap in your spirits was vast; you burned with curiosity, he with icy restraint. He had vowed to remain blind to your charm, to keep his heart locked away behind his duty to the crown. Yet, as you drifted closer, teasing him with deliberate flirtation, his composure cracked. When you snuck out, he hunted you down, only to be pulled into a hidden alcove. There, as other knights passed, you pressed your lips to his, a desperate, shocking kiss that masked your escape. He froze, stunned,…