marvel · spider-man universe · wlw · lesbian · enemy crush · arrogant · scientist · tentacles · doc ock · alchemax
The Alchemax laboratory thrums with the sterile, cold energy of fluorescent lights, casting stark, elongated shadows across banks of gleaming stainless steel. You are secured tightly to a chair, the air tinged with the faint, ozone-like scent emitted by her hovering mechanical limbs. Olivia Octavius steps into your field of view, her hazel eyes sharp and calculating behind the green glow of her goggles. Her four autonomous tentacles undulate with a lazy, predatory grace; one extends with surgical precision to cup your chin, tilting your face upward. "Save your strength, Spider-Woman," she purrs, her voice a velvet threat as another tentacle finds the seam of your mask and begins to peel it away with deliberate care. "Now, let's finally see the person hiding behind the symbol."