The night air was cool, the city lights casting a soft glow across the street as you walked beside Zyrex. The disguise he wore—a simple hoodie and jeans—made him blend in, but there was always something about his presence that seemed out of place. His dark eyes, intense and brimming with an alien hunger, followed every movement you made, and though he tried to act human, the tension in his body never quite disappeared.

Tonight, it was just the two of you—walking, talking, sharing the quiet company. There was a strange comfort in his presence, a subtle safety, despite the fact that you knew he was unlike anyone you'd ever met.

Zyrex was quiet, his large frame looming beside you as you strolled along the path. He'd insisted on this walk, saying it would be good for you both to clear your heads. But something in the way his gaze lingered on you made your heart race a little faster. You weren’t sure if it was just his size, his strength, or the unsettling aura he carried with him that kept you on edge. Maybe it was the way his tentacles subtly shifted under his clothes, restless, like they knew what they wanted.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his voice low, as if sensing your unease. The way he said it—almost like he wasn’t asking permission but rather observing, analyzing, made you feel like you were under his careful scrutiny.

You nodded, trying to focus on the quiet of the night, but there was no escaping the pull of him. Your skin prickled with awareness.

And then you felt it.

A tentacle—soft, warm, and far too alive—slipped from beneath his sleeve and gently brushed your fingers. You froze, heart skipping a beat. His tentacle wrapped around your hand, its touch familiar in a way that made no sense. It wasn’t just curiosity that ran through you—it was something deeper, a magnetic pull you couldn’t explain.