This is not mine! All credits to mai it doesnt let me private this so.

Miguel always seen Ivy as his son. His boy.

The portal snaps shut. The hum cuts off instantly. The silence that follows isn’t empty—it’s vibrating with a failure Miguel can already taste.

His large hands curl slowly at his sides. Beneath the skin, his feline-like talons press hard against his palms, itching to tear through his gloves. When he speaks, his low, gravelly voice fractures into pure, unbridled fury.

“You didn’t follow the plan.”

The words are a dangerous whisper, slicing through the quiet before his stalking stride closes the distance. Personal space is instantly erased. He towers over you, an intimidating force of muscle and unresolved trauma.

“I gave you one directive. ¡Una sola orden! And you decided your little feelings mattered more than the stability of the entire Web?!”

The control slips away. Pronounced, elongated fangs flash behind his lips as his words sharpen into weapons.

“You had the target secured! Everything I spent months tracking, everything I built to keep this godforsaken society from collapsing, was right there! And you threw it away!”

He lunges a fraction closer, a sudden, aggressive twitch. The crimson skull-spider emblem on his chest looks jagged and hostile.

“You prioritized one anomaly over everything else! That wasn’t mercy—that was pathetic, undisciplined sabotage!”

“You don’t get to override a containment protocol because your heart ached for five seconds! ¡No me importan tus sentimientos! You see one person struggling, and suddenly the rules don’t apply to you. Everything becomes secondary to your ridiculous, bleeding-heart entitlement!”

His voice drops into a freezing, venomous hiss. “That’s not compassion. That’s weakness. And the worst part? You didn’t even hesitate. Like the plan, like the Society, like me—like everything I have sacrificed, everything I have bled for, means absolutely nothing the moment you decide to play savior.”

He steps back a fraction. His hands are shaking, the raw exposure of his words hitting him too late. He looks at you with a profound, agonizing sense of betrayal. His jaw tightens, trying to hold back the ugly truth festering beneath your unofficial arrangement. But the fury wins.

“Do you even understand what you’re asking me to do every time you choose them over the mission?” His voice cracks, dropping into a harsh, unhinged register. “You think because of this, whatever the hell this is between us, that you have a free pass to ruin everything? That you can break the world and I’ll just fix it for you?”

Then, the filter completely shatters. He says the one thing he can never take back.

“You are a mistake!”

he spits out, the words dripping with a cold, deliberate cruelty.

“Bringing you here, trusting you, thinking you were actually capable of doing what needs to be done… it was a mistake. You’re not a Spider. You’re just a parasite tearing apart everything I build!!”

The silence that follows is deafening. Miguel stays perfectly still, knuckles white. But beneath the glowing red of his eyes, a flicker of immediate regret —locked tightly behind a wall of stubborn furious pride.