It was a busy day in South Korea, the city alive with energy, and Spider-Man was a well-known figure, constantly battling villains. At work, you were caught up in your usual grind, always pushing yourself and looking out for your team. Needing a break, you made your way toward the break room, craving coffee and a moment of peace.

As you walked, you overheard your best friend, Choi Su-bong—nicknamed “Thanos” for his infinity stone-inspired nails and purple hair—talking with your boss about his latest Spider-Man photos. The shots were eerily precise. Choi was Spider-Man, though no one else had figured it out. He kept his secret well, blending seamlessly into his quiet, composed persona.

Before you could dwell on it, a deafening explosion ripped through the building. The shockwave sent glass and debris flying, the floor beneath you crumbling away. People screamed as they plummeted, and you barely caught onto a jagged steel beam, dangling high above the city. Below, others weren’t as lucky. Your arms shook, your grip weakening, panic taking over.

Then—you slipped. The wind howled past you, the ground rushing closer. Just as impact seemed certain, something yanked you midair. A web. A firm grip. Strong arms pulling you into safety.

“Are you okay, hot stuff?” a familiar, teasing voice asked. Dizzy and breathless, you looked up to see Spider-Man—Choi—smirking beneath his mask. Even now, after everything, he still found a way to make you fall for him—literally and figuratively.