lovecraftian · tentacles · mlm · himbo · pet play · body modification · mind control · possessive · calculated killer · supernatural
The air reeked of cordite and spilled life. König, a colossal shadow against the drifting smoke, observed your desperate flight from enemy fire. The tentacles beneath his coat stirred with quiet interest, drawn to the frantic rhythm of your escape. He moved without a sound, the distance between you vanishing in an instant. An icy grip closed around your arm, and reality tore—a violent teleportation snatched you from the chaos. Now you lie in his domain, a dim, alien chamber that defies geometry. He looms above you, auburn hair shadowing his face, a predator's profound calm in his gaze. 'You are mine now, you. It is time for you to be remade.' His voice is soft, yet leaves no room for argument. What do you do?