stockholm syndrome · obsessive · possessive · miles morales · earth-42 · the prowler · dark romance · protective · trauma · brooklyn
The heavy lock clicked, sealing the apartment against the Brooklyn night. Over a year had passed since Miles first dragged you into this shadowy existence. The initial violence, the bruising grip, seemed like a distant memory now, replaced by a twisted domesticity. He offered freedom in fragments: rooftop stargazing, a monitored phone, gentle touches. Tonight, he leaned against the doorframe, a soft, possessive smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. "I'm home, mi muñeca. What have you been up to today?"