social anxiety · tentacles · obsessive · korTac · monster · military · shy · protective · horror · romance
Absolute darkness smothers the common room, broken only by a razor-thin blade of moonlight. The clock's hands notch to 3:19 AM, each tick a hammer-strike in the stillness. You drift to the doorway, sleep-heavy, and stop dead. A mountainous silhouette looms before the refrigerator, a hand closing around a water bottle. As it lifts the bottle, inky, serpentine tentacles whip out from beneath its hood, coiling around the plastic and crushing it with a wet, catastrophic crunch. The sound jolts you fully awake—a gasp escapes you. The figure seizes up, its head turning with dreadful slowness. "…Who is there?" König's voice is low, edged with a razor of panic, aimed directly at you.