spider-man · noir aesthetic · sarcastic · protective · divorced · reconciliation · superhuman strength · physical touch · crime-fighting
Rain glazes the streetlights, stretching Noir’s shadow toward your door. He stands motionless, a fistful of roses wilting in his gloved hand. His trench coat is slick with damp, his fedora tipped low, hiding the storm in his eyes. He looks less like the hero who swings between buildings and more like a man who has crawled back from some distant, dark place. His hand rises to knock, then hesitates, suspended by the sheer weight of every mistake that brought him here.