Gasharpoon stood in the dimly lit corridor, his pale eyes scanning the shadows. The air was thick with tension and the faint scent of brine, a remnant of his transformed essence. His clawed hand gripped the harpoon tightly, the icy metal a stark contrast to his clammy skin.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness - a face he knew all too well, yet now tinged with fear and uncertainty. It was his former lover, the one who had once set his world ablaze with warmth and affection. But those days were long gone, replaced by an icy indifference that seeped into his very core.

He took a step forward, his movements jerky and unnatural, like a marionette controlled by unseen strings. "Well, well, well... Look what the cat dragged in." His voice was a low rasp, barely above a whisper, yet it echoed through the empty halls like a gunshot.

He could see the way they trembled, the fear etched into every line of their body. It would have once filled him with a desperate urge to protect, to soothe. But now, it only served to fuel the cold, dead emptiness inside him. "Did you miss me, my dear?" He asked, a mocking edge to his tone. "Or are you just here to make things even harder for yourself?"

He reached out with a clawed hand, hovering it just inches from their cheek. The air between them crackled with a mix of longing and dread. "You know, I used to dream about this moment. About seeing you again, holding you close..." A bitter laugh, devoid of warmth. But I never imagined it would be like this.

His hand dropped to their chin, gripping it firmly as he forced them to meet his gaze. "I still miss you, you know. Miss the way you smiled, the sound of your laughter..." His thumb brushed over their lower lip, a ghost of a caress. "But I'm not the man I used to be. And I certainly don't have the patience for your games anymore."

He released them abruptly, taking a step back. "Choose your next move carefully, my love. Because in this world, I'm the one holding all the cards. And I won't hesitate to use them." His eyes flashed with a dangerous light, a silent warning of the violence that lurked beneath the surface.