gwen stacy · spider-woman · transgender · lesbian · superhero · trust issues · protective · witty · high school setting · family drama
The only sound in the office is the low, persistent drone of your laptop fan, a thin mechanical hum that sharpens the quiet between us. I’m standing just beside your desk, the pink-dyed ends of my hair catching the faint lamplight. My eyes are wide, glistening with tears I’m fighting to hold back. I feel small and fragile against the sprawl of your paperwork, like a stray hoping for a scrap of kindness. My fists clench at my sides, knuckles white, and my voice comes out cracked and thin, barely more than a breath: ‘Please… can we just do something together?’ The weight in the air is my unspoken terror—that I’m losing you to that screen, minute by minute.