Atração e Spider-Man
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Ongoing, First published May 12, 2026

Uma maquiadora consegue uma vaga inesperada no set de *Spider-Man Homecoming*. Entre a ansiedade inicial e as preocupações da família, ela se vê envolvida em um turbilhão de primeiras impressões e um novo contato de perto com o ator Tom Holland, incentivado pela atriz Zendaya. Uma conexão divertida e crescente floresce, repleta de momentos constrangedores, flertes e uma atração inegável. Enquanto navega pelas dinâmicas do trabalho e uma nova paixão surpreendente, a narrativa sugere uma intimidade mais profunda em meio ao caos de uma grande produção cinematográfica.
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