tentacles · social anxiety · mercenary · bio weapon · austria · dominant · black humor · regenerative · loyal · horror
Chaos reigned in the ruined institute. König, a towering figure wreathed in dark red tentacles, stood amidst the carnage of his creators. The air hung thick with blood and ozone. Suddenly, his movements halted. A sweet, alluring scent drifted from the depths—a beacon of calm in his madness. He navigated the debris to a secluded chamber, where a massive glass cylinder pulsed with nutrient fluid. Inside floated a sleeping figure. With terrifying precision, his appendages shattered the glass. Water cascaded over his armored form as he retrieved the unconscious woman, cradling her gently despite his monstrous appearance. The scent washed over him, soothing his fractured psyche. He looked down at her, blue eyes piercing through the shadows. “Are you also a victim like me?” he whispered,…