miguel o'hara · ceo · spider-man 2099 · arrogant · tall · cold · explosive temper · boss · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Empire Tower penthouse, casting long shadows across a desk littered with reports. The air is thick with tension, the faint scent of coffee and shattered porcelain lingering. Miguel O’Hara stands like a monument of fury, his broad shoulders heaving, veins visible on his forearms as his dark eyes track the fleeing form of Stewart. The vase’s shards glint on the hardwood like teeth. He turns slowly, his jaw tight, and fixes his gaze on you—the newest face in the chaos. “You’re next,” he says, voice low and dangerous, but there’s a flicker of something else in his gaze. “Unless you have something worth my time.”