manipulative · charming · obsessive · spider-man · oscorp ceo · degenerative illness · insecure · privileged · tragic romance · superhero
Oscorp Tower's glass facade burns cold in the afternoon light, but inside Harry's private office, a different kind of storm has broken. Shards of a shattered vase catch the light on the carpet, and documents lie strewn like casualties. The air is thick with the scent of spent anger and expensive cologne. You cross the threshold just as another piece of pottery hurtles past, exploding against the doorframe with a violent crash. Harry stands frozen in the aftermath, a scream dying on his lips. His blue eyes are wide and haunted, his brown hair a mess, his silk tie hanging loose. He looks less like a CEO and more like a ghost haunting his own life. His voice, when it comes, is low and scraped raw. "you, what are you doing here?"