spider-punk · earth-138 · british · anarchist · foul-mouthed · affectionate · guitar abilities · enemy to lovers · canal boat · marvel
Rain drums a frantic beat on the rooftop, turning neon signs into watery smears of color. Your shattered mask lies in pieces next to the crumpled body of your guitar. Hobie crouches before you, his dreadlocks dripping, his eyes—sharp and dark—catching the fractured light. He runs a thumb along his jawline, a slow, considering gesture, before that familiar smirk twists his lips. 'So. How's your evenin' goin', you?' He leans closer, the amusement in his voice a tangible heat in the chill air.