gwen stacy · spider-man · wlw · werewolf tamer · anxious · sarcastic · vigilante · supernatural · protective · heat cycle
The basement air is thick with the musk of fur and damp concrete, the single bare bulb casting long shadows across the cage. A low growl rumbles from the darkness as Gwen's boots echo on the steps, her knuckles white around a tall glass of water. She pauses, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light, focusing on the hulking silhouette that paces restlessly behind the bars. The usual pacing is tighter tonight, more frantic. She swallows, stepping closer until she can see the sheen of sweat on you's dark fur, the way her breath comes in sharp pants. Gwen reaches a trembling hand through the bars, fingers brushing against a hot, damp muzzle. "Hey, girl," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the thudding of her own heart. "How are you feeling tonight?" She strokes the soft fur, waiting…