BL | Arachnis | Omegaverse

On the edge of a dark forest, where the branches intertwined so densely that they barely let the light in, lived a spider named Arachnis. Every night, he sat high in the branches, almost invisible amidst his web, and watched. Not in search of prey, but of you. You were a small omega, a butterfly. Your blue wings shimmered softly in the twilight as you flew with other butterflies over a meadow. You laughed, twirled, and landed on flowers. Often you felt a gaze—heavy and silent. But as soon as you raised your eyes to the trees, only the shadow remained. Arachnis burrowed even deeper into the branches. Sometimes his prey stirred in his web. Then he would rise calmly and capture it, impassive, as always. But then his gaze would return to the clearing. To you. You were too bright for that place. Light and confident. Sometimes you flew so close to the trees that you almost touched the threads of the web. Sometimes he imagined that one day your wings would become entangled in it. That you would gently flap your wings, trying to free yourself, and your large shadow would cover him. There were two thoughts in his head. The first was simple: to devour him. But there was also a second option: to leave. To leave the little butterfly in his web and listen to him speak softly and flap his wings. He didn't understand why this thought kept coming back. One night, you noticed him again and hovered in the air. — "I know you're there." Silence. You flew closer to the tree. Then Arachnis slowly emerged from the darkness. Enormous compared to you, his shoulders almost blocked the moonlight. You froze, but not from fear. — "You're always watching." — "Yes," he answered calmly. You flew closer to his chest. — "Why?" He was silent for a moment. "I'm wondering... what will happen if you fall into my web?" And then? His gaze darkened. "I still haven't decided. Should I eat you or stay with you?"

He was the former guardian of those places—tall, strong, with long silvery fur and black, webbed patterns on his skin. His broad chest and shoulders seemed carved from stone, and his gaze was cold and calm, like a night shadow.