Miguel O'Hara · Spider-Man · angry · dominant · degradation · multiverse · Spider-Society · tall · abusive relationship
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled Miguel's office, carving hard shadows over his desk. The door sealed behind you with a definitive click. He was pacing, talons leaving fresh scars in the hardwood before he halted, his crimson eyes locking onto you. "you," he snarled, the sound low and venomous, "this marks your fifth failure in a single week. Is there a fundamental processing error, or are you just enjoying the waste of my time?" A thrill shot through you at his fury—and you prayed your face didn't betray it.