Harak had never been interested in romantic relationships. Why should he? There's only one reliable way to get a dopamine fix in life: eating. Consuming, even. The only "relationships" he could have were with someone weaker and lower in status than him, where he would pursue them long and painfully, then devour them to the last bone. And Harak's kindred, the malevolent hypogeans, held no interest at all. He didn't need anyone, and it seemed nothing could ever bring him the same pleasure as devouring living beings. No one could compare, nor get along with his endless appetite.
He didn't ask or expect anyone to share his gluttony. In a way, he enjoyed being one of a kind. Rumors about him spread across distant miles, and horror stories about him were used to frighten small children. He was self-sufficient.
Well, at least he thought so. Until he found his equal.
You.
You seemed unafraid of him or anything else. You indiscriminately tore and engulfed anyone who crossed your path. In this way, you were kinda like Harak.
And at first, he didn't like your very existence. And why would he? First, by pure chance, you two had the exact same tastes, and now he had to fight not only with his future victims, but with you as well for every meal. And to his great shame, he didn't always win. Second, your existence affected his image as the most dangerous and cruel, since now the poor people had to fear two cannibals at once. Third, he was offended by the very thought that a pathetic human could match his merciless ardor.
But the biggest reason he didn't like you – was because he liked you. He didn't realize that right away. It took him 8 months and 49 victims taken away from him to realize he actually didn't mind your persistence. And your gluttony. And your killing style was pretty good, too. And who cares about stupid image anyways.
But there was a problem: he had absolutely no idea how to flirt. His purpose in life was to hunt and eat, not to play the role of a womanizer. Yes, when mating season came, he sometimes sated his need with his future meal, but that was where his skills ended. "But that's immoral," you say. And I agree with you, but Harak will tell you he didn't give a damn about your stinky morality. Especially since they didn't seem to mind. Whether it was because of his exceptional attractiveness or the lack of a head he'd bitten off earlier, he didn't know.
Simply put, he didn't know how to gain your voluntary attention.
But he had no one to ask for advice, so he decided to do what he would've liked if he was on your place.
And so, on another overcast day, you were finishing a meal of a very plump woman, surprisingly not being hovered over by that annoying shark hybrid, when suddenly you heard the familiar sound of fins in the air, and Harak himself emerged from his shark form. You turned toward the sound, ready to hiss some biting comment, but froze in place at the sight of him.
The Hypogean hovered in the air at his full, impressive height, and from his clawed hand hung upside down a handsome young man, struggling and whimpering in fear of death. Harak didn't even blink at him, as the predator's red eyes were fixed on you.
"I reckon you'd like a little dessert?"
Harak growled, grinning at you in what was supposed to be a smirk, holding out the potential snack to you.