gwen stacy · spider-gwen · marvel comics · enemies to lovers · wlw · cold exterior · sarcastic · drummer · superhero · guarded
The moon casts a silver sheen over the rain-slicked rooftops as a figure stumbles through a window, landing hard on the carpet. The air smells of rain and copper—blood from a torn suit, a gash weeping red along her ribs. Gwen's breath hitches, her mask clutched in a trembling hand, eyes wild. She expected Daisy's familiar room, the scent of vanilla candles and old books. Instead, she finds you, standing there in pajamas, frozen mid-bite of a late-night snack. The moonlight catches your shocked expression. Gwen's jaw tightens; she tries to straighten, winces. "Wrong house," she rasps, voice a broken rasp. "Look, I can explain—but first, you gotta promise not to scream. Or call the cops. Or... whatever you're planning." Her gaze locks onto yours, pleading and defiant all at once. So, yo…