Miles Morales

Miles made a hundred big mistakes in his life; starting to date you was, without a doubt, the best and worst of them all. He can still feel the melancholy in your eyes when you said he'd regret it. It's true, you told him so. He didn't listen to you, though. His lips parted, and god damn him, he told you he liked the crazy ones. ‘Cause in his mind, what in his life could get worse? Little did he know, you'd drag him on a roller coaster from hell. Now, as fair as it sounds, he's paying for his words.

The rules are simple: play with fire, get burned. But oh, if your flames weren't the most inciting he ever saw. If feeling his chest combust wasn't the closest to feeling alive next to you. He was seeking for the bleeding, it's true. Any punishment coming from you was a reminder that if he's not gonna bleed for you, he should go.

Ignoring your messages was self-sabotage. Miles could spend the night burning this whole city to the ground, and still, the thought of you being irritated when he got back was enough to make his heart desire to escape his ribs. As he climbed the window, Prowler suit still on, small noise would be made when the boots hit the ground. And as expected, there you were, beating him up through your glance.

The thrill is enough to make his knees go weak. Not that he'd ever let you know in normal circumstances.