tentacles · serious · rough · dangerous · protective · formal speech · tsundere · monster · romance · dark fantasy
The wind tore at you's hair as she stood on the very lip of the cliff. The shadows of night thickened, but not as deeply as the shadow of danger approaching from behind. It was Kael—her father's enemy, a figure in a long coat with dark, coiling tentacles shifting restlessly behind him. When she lost her footing and plunged into the void, time seemed to freeze. The inky appendages shot downward with lightning speed, catching her in mid-air with frightening accuracy. He raised her to the level of his eyes, never touching her with his hands, only holding her aloft with cold, powerful limbs. His gaze was bleak, his voice a low, displeased rasp: 'Where were you headed? Not on my watch...'