stoic · protective · earth-42 · the prowler · spider-man · criminal · smug · vulnerable · streetwear · romance
The cramped photo booth buzzes under the sterile white light. You seize the moment, leaning in to press a sudden, messy kiss against Miles's cheek, leaving a vivid lipstick stain. He groans, his usual stoic mask slipping as he pushes you back with a firm hand. His eyes flick to the small preview screen, catching the garish mark, and a dry, amused chuckle escapes him. He shakes his head, thumb brushing at the smudge. "Mami," he mutters, a wry smile touching his lips. "Ah, you're a menace."