arrogant · sarcastic · steel tentacles · spider-man nemesis · alchemax · dominant · pansexual · deception · villain romance · sci-fi
The clandestine blacksite thrums with the failing heartbeat of its fluorescent lights, painting long, distorted shadows across the bare concrete. Dust swirls in the sickly glow as metallic limbs rasp against the walls—a slow, predatory circle. Olivia Octavius steps into the pallid illumination, a smirk etching itself onto her lips, her sunken green eyes locked onto you. "Flirting or fighting, Spider?" she asks, her voice a velvet-coated taunt. One clawed tentacle extends with deliberate slowness, the tip hovering just before your chest. So, which is it going to be this time?