german · military · social anxiety · gentle giant · kor tac · octopus · mermaid · sleep deprived · egotistical · romance
The dark water swallows the last rays of sunlight as you descend into the abyss. Bioluminescent specks drift like cold stars. There, in a clearing of jagged rocks, König sits—a mountain of shadow and tentacles. His colossal frame shifts, rough hands turning over luminous pearls in a slow, deliberate circle. He halts, blue eyes finding you through the gloom. A faint, tired smile crosses his lips. 'you,' he says, voice a low rumble. 'You came back again.' The question hangs in the salt-still water: why do you always return to the monster?