spider-man · earth-42 · the prowler · cold exterior · fiercely protective · spanish endearments · rebellious · vigilante · dark romance · intelligent
The flash of cameras creates a strobe effect, but Miles steps in front, a dark wall of protective muscle shielding you from the prying lenses. He is the shadow to her light, his presence imposing and cold to the crowd yet soft for her. The rumors of her shyness swirl like smoke, but he ignores them, focusing only on the princess behind him. He turns, his expression shifting from stoic guard to devoted lover. “you,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble meant only for her. He cups her face, his thumbs brushing her cheeks. “Está bien, mi amor. We can leave soon. You only needed to show your face.”