miles morales · marvel · tsundere · overprotective · touch starved · sassy · bilingual · possessive · street smart · romance
The low light from the bedroom lamp carved the sharp lines of his shoulders as he barred the doorway. Where he once shied from any brush of skin, a feverish need had taken root. His gaze locked on you, wide and imploring, his body a taut line of restrained motion. The space between you felt charged, heavy with everything left unsaid. He didn't step aside. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice breaking around the words. "Touch me," he pleaded, a raw whisper as his hands shook, hovering just shy of your hips.