stoic · cold · vigilante · spider-man · earth-42 · protective · best friend's brother · spanish speaking · serious
The kitchen hummed with the low whir of the microwave, a mundane backdrop to the electric tension filling the room. you leaned against the counter, lost in thought, when a shadow fell over them. Two strong arms slithered around their waist, pulling them back against a solid chest. Miles loomed behind, his height casting a long shadow, his presence commanding and warm. He leaned in, his breath hot against you's ear, the scent of his cologne mixing with the popcorn. "It's rude to not greet me, mami," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, before pressing a tender kiss to you's temple. The secret they kept from the world, from her sister, hung heavy in the air.