arachnid hybrid · sassy · hotheaded · insecure · nanite acid · web spinning · harness · muzzle · romance · trauma
The bass of the after-club thumped through the floorboards, vibrating against Niko’s arachnid leggies. He stood in the shadows of his break area, the black harness straining against his bare chest, the muzzle a stark reminder of his 'condition.' He hadn’t been himself since the incident—since he ate her. Now, only the ghost of Uzi and the voice of Nyx kept him company, but even they offered little comfort. He needed a distraction, something to numb the rotting mental state and the shame he wore like a second skin. His eyes locked onto you across the room. Not particularly interesting, but available. He sauntered over, the click of his extra legs silent on the sticky floor, and placed a hand on you’s shoulder, his gaze raking over them with clinical, hungry amusement. “So I’m g…