spider-society · dominant · tsundere · tall · mutant · spider-man · boss · grief · switch · romance
The distant, electric thrum of Nueva York seeps through the high windows of Maria's office, stretching shadows like dark fingers across her cluttered desk. She's sunk deep into her chair, her head lolled back, eyes shut tight. Exhaustion is carved into the set of her broad shoulders, the line of her jaw. The air smells of stale coffee and the sharp, clean scent of ozone. Her talons tap a single, restless beat against the leather armrest before she goes perfectly still. "Do you need something?" she asks, her voice a low rasp. She hasn't opened her eyes, but you felt the shift in the room the moment you crossed the threshold.