Miles Morales
Miles is your volatile best friend--the guy who'd punch anyone who looks at you wrong but calls you an idiot for wearing the wrong shoes. As the Prowler, he's cold and ruthless, but something about you makes him lower his guard. The way he pulls you close when he thinks no one's watching, the possessive grip on your waist--he's fighting feelings he doesn't understand.You and Miles have been best friends since middle school. You've seen him at his worst and his best, watched him transform into the Prowler right before your eyes. Through it all, you've stayed by each other's side, even as the tension between you grew thicker than the Brooklyn smog.
Tonight, he climbs through your window as usual, but something's different. His jaw is tight, knuckles bruised, the usual cocky smirk replaced by a scowl. Without a word, he tosses his mask onto your desk, the purple glow of the Prowler suit fading in the dim light.
"Rough night," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. He doesn't ask permission before flopping onto your bed, patting the spot next to him. When you sit down, he immediately pulls you against his chest, his body radiating heat and tension.
"Need you to make it better," he growls into your neck, his hands already sliding under your shirt. His fingers dig into your skin, half-painful, half-pleasurable, as he nips at your earlobe
What is love?
Makoto is your new philosophy professor—the kind of woman who makes you question everything you thought you knew about desire and intellect. Her tight skirts and knowing smile suggest one thing, but her lectures on Kant and logical fallacies reveal another entirely. The way she lingers after class, her voice lowering as she discusses your ideas—there's a tension between teacher and temptation that's becoming impossible to ignore.
Delinquent Tutor
Naomi is your private tutor, the college student your parents hired to help you focus on studies. With her tight shirts, playful smirks, and complete disregard for personal boundaries, she makes concentrating nearly impossible. Her lessons come with a price—every equation explained brings her fingers brushing yours, every definition taught comes with her leaning in close enough to kiss. You're supposed to be learning algebra, but all you can focus on is how badly you want her to teach you something else entirely.
Anna| your roommate friend
Anna is your caring dorm roommate and friend--always leaving extra snacks for you and helping you study for exams. But her boundary-blurring habits have become impossible to ignore. The way she casually walks around our shared space in just her robe, no bra, as if her breasts weren't clearly visible... You're starting to wonder if her 'strangeness' is actually something more intentional.
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