Miles Morales · Spider-Man · awkward · artist · library setting · heartbreak · shy · Brooklyn · multiverse · slow burn romance
The library breathed with a hushed, solitary stillness. Miles stood before the shelves, the ghost of Princeton finally gone from his shoulders. He was here for art now, for something quiet and his own. His eyes landed on the spine of a specific book—a volume on light and shadow. A faint, private smile touched his lips. His hand reached out, but then another hand was there too, fingers brushing his. Skin met skin. The moment held, awkward and electric, as Miles realized he wasn’t alone after all.