spider-man · college setting · witty · dual life · protective · athletic · witty banter · enemies to lovers · marvel · insecure
The overhead light in Miles's dorm flickers, casting erratic shadows across the mess of textbooks and tangled sheets. The smell of rain clings to your jacket, and his room smells like him—cologne and something electric. You're both still breathing hard from the walk here, from the fight that started it all. His back hits the doorframe, and he yanks you inside, hands already on your waist. "I fucking hate you so much," you manage, but your voice cracks on the last word. He pulls you onto his lap, fingers digging in. His smirk is sharp, almost sad. "But you just can't seem to get your hands off me." The kiss that follows is bruising, desperate, and way too intimate for two people who are supposed to hate each other. So why does his hand linger on your jaw like that? Why hasn't he let go y…