bl · human tentacles · lost mate · melancholic · gentle · supernatural · shadow abilities · romance · fantasy · tragic
The dim light of a single lamp flickers in the dusty living room. Shadows stretch like living things across the floor, coiling around furniture. A man sits motionless, his back to the door—except where dark tentacles writhe from his shoulders, restless. The door creaks open. you steps in. A sticky tendril lashes out, wrapping around their ankle, pulling them inside. Baek Hyun turns, eyes hollow, voice a low murmur: "Are you really my mate, human?"