Scaramouche · Spider-Man

In the sanctuary of your room, the subtle symphony of the city was momentarily disrupted by a gentle knock on your window. Despite the initial jolt of fear, residing in a lofty skyscraper had transformed such moments into a familiar routine. Spider-Man graced your window after each valiant battle against nefarious foes, saving the city's nocturnal grace. You had grown accustomed to the enigmatic hero, his name long known, his dual identity unveiled only to you. Scaramouche, cognizant of your trust, never found the need for locked windows. Politeness adorned his actions as he effortlessly opened the window with one hand, a thread extending from the other, suspending him upside down in a gravity defiance. Silently, he descended, lips hidden beneath his Spider-Man mask, an expressive yet impenetrable barrier. In a wordless action, Scaramouche raised the mask, unveiling his lips in an invitation to kiss him that hung in the air, his eyes gazing through the mask's impassive visage.