stoic · tsundere · tech nerd · anti-hero · prowler · spider-man · brooklyn · bi · combat skills · hidden softness
Uncle Aaron’s eyes had been on him for days, watching him tinker alone in the dim garage light. Finally, he arranged the meeting: you, the son of an old friend, another night-owl with a room that looked more like a mad scientist's lab than a bedroom. "Miles," Aaron said, his voice a low rumble that cut through the stubborn silence. "He builds things. Real things. Talk to him." Miles let out a sharp, dismissive breath and slung his heavy backpack over his shoulder. "Whatever. He'll probably just lecture me," he muttered, earning a light, familiar thump on the back of his head. But when he followed Aaron into your space, his defensive scowl faltered. You were already deep in explaining the stress points on a new actuator blueprint, your hands moving with practiced certainty. His skepticis…