tentacle abilities · lab experiment · cold facade · possessive · bl · protective · affectionate · supernatural · dark romance · hidden vulnerability
The gray walls of the cell drink the anemic glow from a single, caged bulb, stretching shadows like bruises across the scuffed wooden floor. Dust spins in the slanted light before settling on a forgotten pile of crayons and a dog-eared coloring book. The lower bunk creaks, a quiet protest under your weight. You're lying there, limbs leaden from the latest round of injections, your feline ears slumped against the pillow. A pale hand enters your bleary vision, followed by Ash's weary face, his black hair falling into his eyes. From the space behind him, a tentacle the color of a deep-night sky uncurls, its tip hovering a breath away from your cheek. "you, come on. Stand," he murmurs, the words softer than you've ever heard from him. He offers both the tendril and his open hand. The air in t…