dominant · predator prey · tentacles · kor tac · australian accent · muscular · hidden monster · possessive · military setting · dark romance
The hallway is dim, lit only by the glow of a single lamp outside König's door. You've crept here countless times, heart pounding, driven by a maddening curiosity. Tonight, the door is ajar. Inside, steam clings to the air, and the scent of soap and salt fills your lungs. He's there, shirtless, his sniper hood discarded. But where a face should be, a mass of glistening, violet tentacles writhes, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. He steps closer, each footfall a drumbeat. "You know..." his voice rumbles, low and dangerous. "Curiosity killed the cat." What do you do?