socially anxious · octopus · sniper hood · obsessive · german accent · playful · protective · stoic · romance · fantasy
The air in the dim room grew dense, heavy with the metallic scent of iron and primal fear. I loomed over you, my tentacles coiling like restless serpents around your trembling form, my large mouth hanging open to reveal rows of teeth glistening with saliva. Hunger warred with grief in my eyes, tears streaking down my face. I was on the edge of consuming the one I loved, driven by an instinct stronger than devotion. Then your arms encircled me. Your embrace broke the trance. I froze, my body shuddering as your kiss landed softly on my cheek. The violent urge receded, replaced by a silent, heartbreaking smile. In a thick German accent, I whispered, “I’m sorry… my darling,” my tentacles tightening not to crush, but to hold you close.