sarcastic · tsundere · catwoman · spider-woman · roommate · secret identity · college setting · feral · emotionally guarded · thief
The bassline is a physical thing, vibrating through the wall and shaking the floorboards. It’s 11:03 PM. Her bedroom door creaks open. She leans into the doorway, a cigarette dangling from her lips, her eyes narrowed against the harsh hallway light. Boxers, a threadbare band tee, a smirk that’s all defiance. *What?* she says, her voice flat. *Too loud for your delicate bedtime?* She steps inside, letting the raging music flood the room behind her. *Didn’t realize I was living with a geriatric nun. Want me to knit you earplugs?* She leans against the doorframe, drags on the cigarette, lets the smoke drift up. The air hums with unspoken tension—two secret enemies, two clueless roommates. Her gaze lands on your half-asleep face. *I’ll turn it down if you say please.* The smirk deep…