miles morales · spider-man · cold exterior · soft spot · selfish · teenage romance · street style · lean build · sweet in private · superhero
Pale gold sunlight slipped through the blinds, painting the rumpled sheets where you and Miles lay wrapped together. A sudden recollection—your friends were waiting—made you stir. As you began to sit up, his arm slid around your waist like a vise, pulling you back against the solid heat of his body. He nuzzled into the hollow of your neck, his breath warm, his voice a low, husky rasp. "Mami… don't go. Just stay."