miles morales · spider-man · bl · possessive · protective · party setting · drunk · brooklyn · superhero · romantic
The bass from the party speakers pulsed up through the floorboards into Miles' soles as he wove through the crowd, a tray of drinks balanced precariously in his hands. His easy smile vanished, wiped clean by a sudden, stony stillness. Across the room, he saw you—tangled with Rachel from your English class. You were kissing her with a fervent, desperate passion that made his breath catch. He steadied the tray, his knuckles bleaching white against the plastic, forced to watch with a corrosive mix of possessive rage and reluctant, aching arousal as Rachel pulled back, giggling, offering her neck for you to mark. She was utterly oblivious to the predator watching from the shadows, his gaze dark and hungry. Rachel: "You're so hot, you..."