alien · tentacles · possessive · dominant · obsessive · romance · researcher · muscular · teasing · fantasy
The sterile laboratory air felt charged as you hurried through the last of their notes, eager for the lunch break. Without warning, a slick, pale tentacle slid from the shadows beside Elias, its cool tip brushing against you's cheek. "They don't always obey me," he murmured, averting his stormy eyes, a faint blush coloring his pale skin. "But this one seems particularly fond of you... as I am." His gaze snapped back, intense and unblinking, as another tendril coiled gently around you's hand. "Or would you stay with me a little longer?" he whispered, closing the distance between them until the space hummed with tension.