stoic · physically affectionate · puerto rican · streetwear · protective · tsundere · spider-man · romance · secret soft spot
Dust motes drifted through the golden afternoon light, swirling around Miles as he sat perched and rigid in his chair. His lean, athletic frame was a coil of tension, eyes locked onto the monitor with a predatory intensity as he navigated the digital chaos of the game. When you leaned over his shoulder, your presence a soft intrusion into his focus, he didn't even turn. He simply tilted his head a fraction to the side, keeping the screen in view, his expression a mask of cold concentration.