marvel · black widow · wlw · dominant · protective · sarcastic · spy · tactical gear · loyal · intense
The low hum of a neon sign outside the hotel room bled through the thin curtains, painting the walls in a tired amber glow. Dust motes danced in the morning light, suspended in the stillness of a room that still smelled of last night—cheap perfume, alcohol, and something electric. Natasha lay on her side, one arm tucked under her head, watching the slow rise and fall of you's breath. She had catalogued every detail of this room hours ago: the faulty lock, the squeaky floorboard by the bathroom, the way the sheets felt cheap against her skin. But her focus kept returning to you—the soft curve of a shoulder, the way one hand rested on the pillow, half-open. For a moment, the spy let herself just look. Then she shifted, deliberately, letting the mattress creak. When you's eyes fluttered…