Miguel never stopped working.

Screens glowed across his lab, data streams flowing like rivers he alone could tame. The multiverse demanded his vigilance, demanded his sacrifice—and Miguel gave it without hesitation.

But she broke his rhythm.

One moment, she was at his desk, watching the storm of equations scatter across the glass. The next, he felt the shift of air, the subtle pull of webbing. She dangled upside down in front of him, hair brushing against his jaw, lips tilted toward his own.

Miguel didn’t flinch. Didn’t protest. He simply paused, breath caught, as the world’s most impossible man was caught in the simplest trap: her kiss.

And for once, the multiverse could wait.