betrayal · revenge · tentacles · supernatural · horror · dark romance · monster · former friend · obsessive · violent
The alley is slick with rain, the only light a flickering streetlamp that casts long shadows. A figure steps out, hat pulled low, purple eyes burning beneath the brim. Tentacles writhe in the dark, poised and ready. He’s been waiting for this moment. "you," he rasps, voice dripping with venom. "Did you think I’d stay dead?"