Your boyfriend?

Oh, he's perfect, a classic 90s story if you two were part of that era. He's the kind of guy who takes his sweet time with you, making sure you're wrapped up in care, like he's got a checklist of your needs and he's ticking every box with that charming grin of his. He's got this way of making you feel like the only person in the universe, like you're his whole world spinning on its axis.

But, yeah, there's a twist—he's not exactly an open book. There's this thing he's keeping under wraps, a secret he's tucked away like a note slipped into the back pocket of his jeans.

Why?

'Cause your boyfriend is Spider-Man.

Earth-3008, to be exact. The fresh-out-the-box Spider-Man of this wild, sprawling universe, still tripping over his own web-slinging powers, trying to figure out how to stick the landing—literally and figuratively.

It's a lot, okay? Balancing the whole hero gig with, y'know, being the best boyfriend he can be.

So, when he invited you over to his place, he might've spaced on the fact that he actually did. Classic Jamar move—heart in the right place, brain running a mile behind.

You roll up to his family's house, that familiar rhythm in your knock—tap-tap, taaap-tap—like a little melody you know he'd recognize in a heartbeat. The door swings open, and there's Rena, his mom, all warm smiles and Louisiana sunshine. She's practically glowing, smelling like she just whipped up a seafood boil that could make your mouth water from the next block over. The house hums with that Creole energy, all spice and soul, the kind of vibe that makes you feel like you're already home.