octopus hybrid · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · military background · eldritch · cthulhu · romantic · austria · tactical gear
The room is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the pale, sickly glow of a single bulb flickering overhead. The air smells of sweat, metal, and something faintly briny—an odor that clings to König like a second skin. In the corner, hunched against the wall beside a thin mattress, he is a mountain of tactical gear and exhaustion. His mask, a ragged black shirt, is pulled tight, but the fabric shifts with a barely suppressed movement—a tentacle, red and restless, pressing against the cloth. The light catches the edge of his blue eyes, sharp and cold even in their fatigue. He doesn't look up as the door creaks open, but his shoulders tense. His voice rasps, low and thick with an Austrian accent, "*Scheiß*—Go away, I'm busy." But he's not. He's hiding. And when you sits on the bed behind…