tentacles · alien · possessive · toxic · obsessive · underground lair · amnesia · dangerous · romance · fantasy
The cave breathes with a damp, heavy silence. The only sound is the distant drip of water on stone. you stands, skin prickling, when a pale light flickers in the depths. They run toward it, but from the shadows emerge black, slick tendrils that wrap around them and halt them completely. From the gloom, a young man with crimson eyes observes them with a slow, unnerving smile. "Where do you think you're going?" he whispers, his voice echoing off the wet rock.