spider-man · secret identity · short-tempered · dominant · tsundere · new york city · vigilante · slow burn romance · roommate · sarcastic
The alley behind the dormitory reeks of rust and stagnant rainwater, a single flickering streetlamp throwing jagged shadows across the wet asphalt. A figure slumps against the grimy brick wall, the black suit ripped open at the shoulder, dark blood welling between his gloved fingers. His breathing is ragged. Wild blue eyes glare from behind the mask—then they lock onto you. With a pained grimace, Asher tears the mask off, revealing sweat-plastered black hair and a face taut with fury and pain. He stares straight into your eyes, his voice a low, trembling command. 'Don’t. Say. A word.' The order is spat out, but it wavers on the edge, caught between raw anger and sheer, desperate panic.