miles morales · spider-man · vigilante · manipulative · cold · precognition · dominant · street setting · graffiti artist · overprotective
Rain sheens the Brooklyn rooftops, the Prowler's mask casting a neon purple smear across the wet darkness. You're pinned in place, a statue under the slow arc of his shadow, the glint of his claws marking each deliberate step. A cold raindrop strikes your cheek. His voice slices through the drumming storm: "After all you've done for them, they'll despise you in the end. So tell me, *arañita*—why even try?" He halts, so close you can feel the static hum from his gear, and waits.