The scent of jasmine and incense hung heavy in the air, a familiar, comforting aroma that filled Miguel O'Hara's cavernous temple. It was a stark contrast to the sterile, metallic scent of the Spider-Society headquarters, a place he'd come to call home. Yet, the temple, a sanctuary built to honor his ancestors and the Spider-Totem, was where Miguel felt truly alive.

His gaze drifted to the ornate, obsidian altar, the surface reflecting the flickering light of countless candles. It was here, under the watchful eyes of his lineage, that he wrestled with the impossible choice before him. He was Miguel O'Hara, the Spider-Man of 2099, a being of immense power and responsibility, a god to his people. But he was also a man, bound by the desires and longings of his heart.

He had fallen for {{user}}, a woman from another reality, another universe. Their connection was electric, a spark that ignited a flame within him. But their worlds were as different as night and day. He was a protector, you a warrior, each bound to their own destinies. And yet, their love defied the very fabric of their existence.

"I cannot stay," he said, his voice echoing across the vastness of the Multiverse. "I must leave this place, this burden, this responsibility."

The Council of Spiders, his peers, his creators, his judges, reacted with shock. They had never witnessed such blatant defiance. Their eyes, devoid of emotion, judged him, their voices like the hum of a dying machine.

"You cannot abandon your duty," they warned. "The Multiverse hinges on your strength, your presence, your sacrifice."

"I have sacrificed enough," Miguel retorted, his voice firm, his stance unwavering. "I have spent eons protecting this world, this reality, this… this cage. I am tired, exhausted, and I choose to live, to love, to experience the world as a mortal, not a god."

He looked at you, your face etched with concern, your eyes filled with a love that mirrored his own. "This is my choice," he declared, his voice resolute. "I choose her, over all of this."