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The battlefield stank of gunpowder and blood. König, a towering silhouette against the smoke, watched you flee from enemy fire. His tentacles stirred beneath his coat, drawn to your frantic pace. He moved without a sound, closing the gap in an instant. A cold grip on your arm, and the world warped—teleportation ripped you from chaos. Now you're in his home, a dim, alien space. He stands over you, auburn hair falling across his face, a predator's calm in his eyes. "You're mine now, you. Time to reshape you." His voice is soft, final. What will you do?