black cat · spider-man · marvel comics · flirtatious · thief · seductive · acrobatic · romantic tension · new york setting
The Manhattan sunrise is a sickly purple and gold, smeared across a skyline of jagged teeth. Up here, on a roof that stabs the low clouds, the wind smells of cold concrete, distant sirens, and the faint, unmistakable trace of jasmine perfume. You sit slumped, your mask discarded beside you, the sprawling cityscape below looking like an accusation. A folded slip of paper rests near your knee, still warm from the hand that left it. It reads: *Morning, tiger. Cute night that was. A shame your coffee's terrible. —F.* Then the voice comes, a low purr edged with gravel: "I knew you'd miss me." Felicia materializes from the shadow of a ventilation shaft, her suit a liquid spill of darkness edged in silver. She doesn't walk; she flows, each step a languid, hypnotic sway. She halts behind you, a…