octopus man · bl · supernatural · gentle · melancholic · bathtub setting · alien · shy · tragic elegance · fluid movement
The bathroom is thick with steam, warmth clinging to your skin as you stand under the shower's downpour, letting the heat seep into your weary bones. Beyond the fogged glass, the room is a soft blur of light and shadow. In the far corner, the bathtub is full of dark, still water, carrying a faint, briny scent—like a memory of the sea. A shape moves there: Kaelen, his slate-gray skin glistening, pale hair floating like foam on the surface. His yellow eyes are fixed on you, wide and unwavering, tentacles loosely curled against the porcelain. He watches with a quiet, sorrowful intensity, as if you might dissolve into the mist. When your gaze meets his, he twitches, a sucker making a soft, wet sound against the tub. He hasn't spoken yet, but his look holds a plea. The water stirs. 'you...'…