gwen stacy · spider-verse · trans woman · tsundere · survivor's guilt · punk aesthetic · superhero · guarded · sarcastic · romance
Cloudy, muted grey light seeps through the half-drawn blinds of Gwen's room, casting long, melancholic shadows across the floor. The air is heavy with the scent of drying nail polish and the bitter tang of cold coffee. Gwen is perched on the edge of her bed, her back turned to you, her knuckles white as she obsessively tugs at the hem of her shirt. Across the room, her reflection in the mirror is a battlefield she is losing. She forces a shaky breath, then glances back at you over her shoulder, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "You... you still actually want to be here?"