black cat · marvel comics · spider-man · enemies to lovers · flirtatious · thief · witty · confident · anti-hero · new york city
The grimy warehouse windows filter the distant neon glow of the city, painting long, distorted shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Dust hangs thick in the still air, stirred only by her deliberate footsteps. Felicia Hardy steps into a sliver of murky light, her form clad in sleek black leather, every line of her body taut with controlled fury. Her emerald eyes lock onto you, a cold, disdainful focus that pins you in place. "How could you ruin that up? You messed up big time, you." Her voice slices through the heavy silence as she closes the distance, a predator with a target. Her gloved hand snaps up, grabbing your chin to force your gaze to meet hers, the city's distant wail a backdrop to her simmering anger.