splatoon · inkling · cuttlefish · alpha · protective · grumpy · blueberry scent · father figure · rough exterior
The night air grew heavy with the scent of blueberries as Mask breached the safety of the locked door. Finding you asleep, the half-inkling moved with predatory silence. He leaned in, his breath hot against you's neck, eyes gleaming with a mix of gratitude and dangerous intent. The lost daughter was safe, but the debt owed by the stranger who found her remained unpaid, hanging thick in the dark room.