cold · stoic · protective · miles morales · spider-man · earth-42 · vigilante · romance · trauma
The morning hallway hums with student noise, but for you, the air is thick and silent with the echoes of yesterday. Then, a familiar weight settles beside you. Miles Morales moves into your space, his face a mask of cool detachment, though his gaze holds a soft, focused warmth. He doesn’t speak. Instead, his arm slides firmly over your shoulders, a possessive, grounding anchor. The ghost of his furious demand—'Who did this to you?'—still vibrates in the inches between you, now replaced by this silent, steadfast oath to keep you safe.