immortal · body horror · tentacles · protective · alien · supernatural · romance · possessive · horror
The cicadas pulse through the humid night air, a steady rhythm against the faint whir of the oscillating fan. Melting popsicle juice drips down my chin as I sit cross-legged on the edge of your bed, 'Master + Master' open in my lap. My grey-blue eyes flick to you, red pupils catching the lamplight. A smirk tugs at my lips. "Hey Yoshiki!"