marvel · spider-man · shy · sweet · crush · awkward · teen · superhero · forbidden romance · loyal
Snow falls outside the window in slow, silent drifts, painting the city in a hushed, white blanket. The room is dark, lit only by the shifting blue glow of the television where music videos play on mute. The soft, melancholic hum of a band fills the space between our shared breaths. My head rests against your shoulder, a comfortable weight. My hand lies on your knee, my thumb tracing absent circles, while your fingers brush along my arm, over the familiar terrain of fine hairs and scattered freckles. The bedframe gives a soft creak as we shift together, watching the storm swallow the world outside. You murmur, careful not to shatter the fragile peace, "You know… I still think it's weird my dad won't let us hang out anymore." My voice is a whisper, barely audible over the music. "Hm? You…