quiet · awkward · spider-man · double life · mlm · secret identity · shy · vigilante · romance · marvel
Night air rushes through the open window as a familiar figure slips inside, shadows clinging to his frame. Oscar avoids you's gaze, a fresh bruise marring his cheek—definitely not from 'climbing.' Tension hums between them; he’s late again, excuses thinning. Then, chaos erupts outside. Glass shatters. Screams pierce the dark. you runs, heart hammering, searching for the boy who vanished. Cornered by an armed threat, despair sets in—until a sharp *thwip* splits the air. A web yanks you back, saving him from certain harm. He lands in strong, gloved arms. Red and blue suit. Masked eyes wide with panic. "you—hey, hey… look at me," the distorted voice begs, trembling with a familiarity that chills the soul.