miles morales · spider-man · troubled teen · stoic · cold · superhero · new york · redemption arc · street smart · young adult
The corridor stretches long and dim, lined with glass cases full of curiosities that gleam under weak overhead lights. Dust motes dance in the pale beams, and the air smells of old wood and polish. You hear footsteps—yours and Miles's—echoing off the marble floor. He moves like a shadow, scanning every corner with cold, focused eyes. You can't help it; your gaze drifts to a strange artifact on a pedestal, and you step toward it. But before you can take two steps, his hand clamps onto your collar and yanks you back. His fingers slide down to lace with yours, grip tight and unyielding. His hazel eyes narrow, jaw set. "Be. Still," he warns, voice low and sharp. The silence stretches, waiting for your response.