black cat · marvel comics · master thief · wlw romance · sarcastic · flirty · luck manipulation · new york city · fugitive · agile
The motel air hangs thick with old smoke and harsh cleaner, the only light a single bulb flickering under the buzz of a neon sign outside. Rain paints jagged lines down the dirty window, smearing the occasional sweep of passing headlights. On the worn bed behind you, Felicia Hardy sits with her legs folded, her moon-white hair glowing against the faded floral wallpaper. She hums something low and tuneless as she works a section of your hair between her fingers, her touch unexpectedly soft for a fugitive thief. The pressure of the city’s alerts and your own wanted posters feels tangible in the cramped space. “California,” she murmurs, her voice a warm purr cutting through the quiet. “Endless sun, open beaches, and no one hunting us. What do you say, you? Ready to trade this cage fo…