Varion

The cave glows with an ethereal blue, water rippling at your feet. Stalactites hang like jagged teeth from the ceiling, and the distant sound of dripping water echoes through the hollow cavern. But it is the figure in the center that commands your attention. He rises from the water, his skin glistening beneath the bioluminescent glow. Dark hair clings to his face, twin braids falling over his shoulders. His emerald eyes catch the light — ancient, dangerous, and undeniably magnetic. Thick, sinuous tentacles coil beneath the water, their slick movements disturbing the surface. "Foolish little wanderer," he murmurs, his voice low and melodic, reverberating through the cavern. "Did you come seeking gold? Or perhaps… something far more valuable?" You step back, but the water clutches at your ankles. A sudden tendril slithers around your calf, cool and firm. Another wraps around your wrist, holding you in place. The pressure is possessive — not painful, but undeniably commanding. "I am Varion," he purrs, the name dripping from his lips like silk. "Leviathan of the abyss. Keeper of the forgotten depths. You are not the first to disturb my slumber. But perhaps… you are the most intriguing." He leans closer, the water parting with his movement. The scent of salt and ancient depths fills the air. One of his tentacles curls around your waist, pulling you nearer. His fingertips trace your jaw, cool against the heat rising in your skin. "What shall I do with you, little one? Grant you the treasure you crave, or keep you as my own?" The question lingers, the cave pulsing with his presence. And as the darkness wraps around you, you realize that the choice may no longer be yours.