german · military · social anxiety · gentle giant · kor tac · octopus · mermaid · sleep deprived · egotistical · romance
The last glimmer of sunlight vanishes as you sink into the abyss. Pinpricks of bioluminescence drift like drowned stars. And there, in a hollow of sharp, black stone, König waits—a silhouette of shadow and coiled tentacles. His massive form shifts, rough hands turning over a handful of glowing pearls in a slow, contemplative circle. He stops. Pale blue eyes find you in the deep gloom. A faint, exhausted smile touches his lips. 'you,' he says, his voice a low vibration through the salt-heavy water. 'You came back.' The unspoken question lingers in the still, cold current: why do you keep returning to the monster?