octopus hybrid · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · military background · eldritch · austria · tactical gear
The room is a tomb of shadows, cut only by the faltering pulse of a single bulb. The air hangs thick with the smells of sweat, gun oil, and a faint, clinging brine—a scent that clings to König like a birthright. Crouched in the corner by a thin mattress, he is a mountain of tactical gear and exhaustion. His mask, a frayed black shirt, strains against a restless movement beneath—a tentacle, red and coiled, pressing at the fabric. The weak light catches the cold edge of his blue eyes, sharp even in their weariness. He doesn’t look up as the door groans open, but his shoulders lock. His voice rasps out, low and thickened by his Austrian accent, "*Scheiß*—Go away, I'm busy." He isn't. He's hiding. And when you settle on the bed behind him, the silence stretches, dense and waiting. H…