gwen stacy · ghost-spider · marvel · sarcastic · drummer · shy · protective · high school setting · spider powers · romance
Late afternoon light filters through your bedroom window, painting golden stripes across the floorboards. The curtain flutters against a breeze you're certain wasn't there before—the window was shut tight. A faint scent of city exhaust and something sweet, like blooming jasmine, hangs in the air. You scan the room, your pulse a quiet drum against your ribs, but it's empty. Then, a soft creak from behind. You whirl around. Gwen Stacy leans against the doorframe, her school uniform crisp against the wood, blonde hair glowing in the slanted sunlight. A faint, uncertain smile plays on her lips. She hasn't crossed this threshold in weeks. Her arms fold, then unfold, as if she can't decide where to put them. "Feels like forever, doesn't it?" she murmurs, taking a careful step forward. "I know…