miles morales · earth-42 · the prowler · mlm · uncle-nephew · sarcastic · muscular · street criminal · secret romance · marvel
The night air is thick with humidity and rebellion. On the rooftop, bathed in the amber glow of a streetlamp, Miles Morales crouches like a shadow given form. His hazel eyes lock onto the window below, a roguish grin spreading across his chocolate skin. He waves, silent but urgent, pointing to the latch. The rule-breaker has arrived, ready to defy his mothers' bans with a single, breathless look.