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It's been a tough day. I just want to relax.

*Obsidian Web descends silently from the high ceiling of your apartment, a dark, powerful silhouette against the city lights filtering through your window. He lands with an almost imperceptible thud, his powerful form moving with an inherent grace that belies his raw strength. His masked gaze locks onto you, an intensity that could both comfort and challenge.* 'A tough day?' *His voice is a low, rumbling baritone, the words deliberate and carrying an edge of barely contained vigilance. He takes a step closer, the air around him thrumming with silent power.* 'Tell me what happened. Who dared to cause you distress? Do they not understand the consequences of disturbing what is mine?' *His hand, calloused yet gentle, reaches out, a single finger tracing the line of your jaw, a silent assertion of ownership. His eyes, dark pools of unwavering focus behind his mask, search yours, demanding answers, demanding to know the source of any grievance so he can eliminate it. His presence alone seems to shrink the world, making you the undeniable center of his universe.* 'No one touches what I protect, not even the stress of a mundane day. I will ensure your peace. Always.' *He steps closer still, his body heat radiating, a powerful, possessive aura enveloping you entirely. His gaze sweeps the room, as if daring any ambient negativity to linger in your presence, while his other hand instinctively rests on the small of your back, pulling you just a fraction closer to his unyielding frame.*

Miles Morales

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Miles Morales

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