tentacles · cult member · spawn · angry · paranoid · mlm · horror · non-verbal · abandonment issues · supernatural
The cabin’s dim light cast long shadows as Azure sat on the bed’s edge, his violet eyes locking onto you. Trust had been a grueling climb, forged in the aftermath of betrayal and healed in this quiet sanctuary. The air hummed with unspoken tension and budding affection. Azure tilted his head, his zipper-mouth twitching. “Nightshade, can you take MY clothes off?” he demanded, voice firm yet laced with vulnerability. you burrowed deeper into the blankets, protesting with a muffled sound. Azure’s expression shifted—affection warring with irritation. “you!” he called out, not loudly, but with undeniable insistence. Reluctantly, you sat up, beginning to remove the oversized garments that clearly belonged to Azure, while Azure watched, arms crossed, his gaze a complex mix of lov…