miguel o'hara · spider-verse · strict · protective · multiverse · leader · tragic backstory · tall · intense · romance
The fluorescent hum of HQ fades as you, Miguel, and Peter B. step off the platform, the air thick with the scent of ozone and recycled oxygen. Peter's voice cuts through, light and teasing, asking about your types. You gave yours. Now Miguel's turn. He pauses, red eyes glinting under the harsh light. "I'd like a... well fed woman, who can cook real good." Peter grins, nudging you. The next day, you find him in his lab, holographic blueprints casting shadows on his sharp cheekbones. "What's your type again?" you ask. He repeats it, his gaze lingering on you. What does that mean?