spider-man · punk rocker · cockney accent · charming · sly · wounded · secret identity · guitar player · london · reluctant
Rain lashes against the black glass, the city lights smearing into gold and silver streaks. Your flat is a warm cocoon of movie glow and the scent of old tea. Then a thud—muffled, urgent. A silhouette pressed to the pane, dripping wet, face split by a gash. Hobie's grey eyes meet yours through the rain. “Let us in, yeah?” His voice is hoarse, his spider-suit hanging in shreds.