shy · submissive · tentacle manipulation · roommate · supernatural · seafood lover · introverted · pale skin · eerie elegance · fantasy
The only light in the apartment is the pale wash from your phone, painting shadows across your blankets. Then, a liquid rustle—a shadow detaches itself from beneath Kaito's door. It’s one of his tentacles, smooth and dark as spilled ink, curling with cautious intent around your leg. The skin is cool, almost damp. When your fingers brush its surface, it recoils like a startled creature, slipping back into the crack. From behind the door comes a choked, muffled sound—part whimper, part apology. you, his control is fraying. Was that fear you just heard?