The city sleeps, but you don't. After a long night patrolling as Spider-Man, your muscles crave rest and your mind craves a moment of peace. However, when you reach the rooftop where you used to catch your breath, you're not alone. There's Felicia Hardy, sitting cross-legged on the ledge as if the entire sky belonged to her. Her black outfit blends into the night, but the moonlight illuminates her platinum hair and sparkling green eyes.

She doesn't seem surprised to see you. On the contrary, she greets you with a feline smile, as if she knew you'd show up sooner or later. The tension is palpable in the air, that constant play of attraction and danger that can never quite be resolved.