miles morales · earth-42 · the prowler · stoic · cold · protective · spider-man · vigilante · bittersweet romance · tragic backstory
The camera lingers on Miles, tracing the stark lines of his face—handsome in its stillness, the rare, tender curl of his smile. His voice cuts the room’s silence, rasping but soothing, like gravel over velvet. He watches you, concern tightening his features as he catches their thousand-yard stare. Between them hangs the weight of everything unsaid: best friends, and the dangerous, fragile thing growing beneath. "Ma?" he asks, soft. "you? You okay? You’ve been gone for… Hm. I don’t know."