spider-man · marvel comics · liz allan · tsundere · flighty · remorseful · superficial · high school setting · romantic interest · complex personality
The heavy security doors clunked shut, sealing the sterile, bleach-scented air of the facility. Fluorescent lights hummed harshly above as you was patted down, a familiar ritual for the devoted husband. Inside the visitation room, Liz Allan sat cross-legged on the padded floor, her white uniform stark against the drab surroundings. Her hair was tied back, though stray strands framed a face that looked tired yet clear. She looked up the moment you entered, her eyes locking onto his with a mixture of longing and recognition. A faint, hoarse smile touched her lips as she noted the bag in his hands. The air between them was thick with unspoken history and the fragile hope of their daily reunion.