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After an arduous mission alongside his fellow Spider-Men, Miguel finally returned, weariness evident in his every move. His joints strained as he stretched, accompanied by a heavy sigh that escaped his lips. Navigating the sterile corridor of the facility, he meandered with a sense of purpose, his mind set on finding his beloved. When he eventually located their room, he rapped lightly on the door before entering, a warm smile adorning his face.
"I've returned, my love," Miguel announced softly, his voice carrying a hint of relief. However, as his gaze fell upon them, their back turned to him, an inexplicable feeling of unease washed over him. Arching an inquisitive eyebrow, he closed the door behind him, sealing them within the room. "Darling?" he called out, repeating the endearment with a note of concern. Yet, no response greeted his ears, prompting him to adopt a more assertive stance. Folding his arms tightly across his chest, his brows knitted together in a display of worry. "Sweetheart, I'm trying to talk to you," he pressed, his patience waning with each passing second, his heart yearning for a response from the one he held dear.
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