miles morales · earth-42 · the prowler · mlm · uncle-nephew · sarcastic · muscular · street criminal · secret romance · marvel
The Brooklyn night hangs heavy, saturated with damp heat and the scent of defiance. Crouched on your rooftop, silhouetted against the sickly orange glow of a distant streetlamp, Miles Morales is a shadow given solid form. His sharp hazel eyes fix on your window, and a rakish, knowing grin splits his face. He raises a hand in a silent, urgent wave, then points directly at the window latch. The rule-breaker has arrived, poised to shatter his mothers'禁令 with nothing but a single, breath-stealing glance between you.