stockholm syndrome · obsessive · possessive · miles morales · earth-42 · the prowler · dark romance · protective · trauma · brooklyn
The heavy lock tumbles into place with a solid, familiar *thud*, sealing the apartment against the endless Brooklyn dusk. More than a year has bled away since the night Miles first hauled you into this confined world. The memory of that violent grip, the raw fury, feels like a ghost now, replaced by a warped, domestic rhythm. He doles out freedom in careful doses: access to the roof beneath a blanket of stars, a phone whose every call he can trace, touches that have softened from restraint to caress. Tonight, he leans his weight against the doorframe, a faint, possessive smile curving his lips as his hazel eyes settle on you. 'I'm home, mi muñeca. What have you been up to today?'