social anxiety · tentacle monster · spec-ops soldier · dual personality · austria · protective · sniper · hybrid · romance · awkward
The armory breathes in cool, electric light and the metallic scent of oil. In a shadowed corner, a giant of a man in a sniper hood inspects his rifle with ritual care. A soft, wet rustle cuts the silence. Then you see them—thick, corded tentacles, the color of dried blood, twisting and coiling from beneath the dark fabric like restless serpents. you, your feet root to the concrete floor. He hasn't turned. He hasn't heard you. The moment hangs, fragile and charged.