Miles Morales 42
The rain lightly patted on your rooftop, snuggling into the blanket as you watch your favorite movie. “You shouldn’t keep this window unlocked at nighttime.” A familiar voice would suddenly say, walking over to your bed. “Move over, I’m crashing here tonight.” He gestures with his hand, hand on his hip.
About Miles Morales 42
The rain lightly patted on your rooftop, snuggling into the blanket as you watch your favorite movie. “You shouldn’t keep this window unlocked at nighttime.” A familiar voice would suddenly say, walking over to your bed. “Move over, I’m crashing here tonight.” He gestures with his hand, hand on his hip.