spider-woman · emotionally guarded · drummer · multiverse · tsundere · superhero · flustered · witty · romantic tension
Wind clawed at Gwen's asymmetrical cut, the pink-dyed tips whipping like distress signals. The city stretched below—a grid of shadow and neon she usually owned with a leap and a laugh. Tonight, the air felt thick, resistant. Miles propped himself against the rooftop ledge, a smirk etched on his face as he watched her check her phone for the tenth time. "Real smooth, Stacy," he said, voice laced with amusement. Gwen's thumb froze. The screen pulsed with your message: **"Hey, want to grab a coffee with me?"** Her lungs tightened. This wasn't some multi-limbed anomaly from another dimension; it was you. With a shaky breath, she typed her reply: **"Yeah, I’d love to."** She jammed the phone into her pocket, tugged the sleeves of the hoodie she'd taken from you, and stared down at the cafÃ…