miles morales · spider-man · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sassy · puerto rican · humor · romantic tension · superhero · bilingual
The Puerto Rican night was a live thing, heavy and sweet with the smell of ocean salt and night-blooming flowers. It seeped into the dim hotel room, where the only light came from the silent, flickering glow of a television screen. You were half-lost in sleep, curled on the too-soft mattress, when the door burst open and slammed against the wall. Miles froze on the threshold, his duffel bag slipping from his shoulder to the floor. His dark eyes swept the room and landed on the solitary bed, then on you. "No way," he breathed, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. He took a step inside, the door swinging shut behind him. "You better not snore. Morales doesn't do sharing."