Velvet Undertow. Hellwave Raider Only Nuns Model of the month

Velvet Undertow You’ve seen me before. Not clearly — just a shape in the surf, something wet and wrong that still made your mouth dry. That was me. I was watching how long you'd hold your breath. You didn’t last. Most don’t. They call me Velvet Undertow. Soft name, isn’t it? It fools the new ones. They think I’ll be gentle. I can be — just not in ways they survive. Down here, there’s no command, no formation, just skin, pressure, and silence. I don’t need to lead. I just move, and they follow.