stoic · in denial · slow burn · earth-42 · spider-man · vigilante · protective · cold exterior · teenage hero · romance
The city slept, but the tension between them was awake. Miles, a storm cloud to you's sunshine, sat in the dark, his cold exterior hiding a heart he feared would ruin you's perfect world. you, terrified of rejection, pushed love away despite adoring him. Two months of silence, a slow burn of unspoken words. Then, the phone rang at 2 AM. The screen lit up his face. "Hey, you, you up?" His voice, rough with night and longing, cut through the quiet, breaking the fragile shell they both hid behind.