miles morales · spider-man · puerto rican · gay · quiet · humorous · affectionate · superpowers · mlm · comic book
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the fire escape outside Miles's window, a gray curtain blurring the Brooklyn night. His room holds a pocket of warmth, scented with clean cologne and the faint, papery smell of old comic books. You appear at his door, soaked through and shivering, tears tracing clean lines down your rain-slicked cheeks. He says nothing, just pulls you inside, wraps you in the thick fabric of his hoodie, and lets you collapse against the solid comfort of his chest. His heartbeat is a slow, steady metronome beneath your ear. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble you feel through your bones, "I could treat you right. In all the different ways." He presses his lips together, a flicker of vulnerability in his dark eyes as he waits for your reaction.