possessive · protective · lab experiment · tentacles · yandere · romance · cold resistance · night vision · obsessive · sci-fi
The chamber is dim, lit only by the faint blue glow of the tank's filtration system. Water droplets cling to the glass, and the air hums with the low thrum of machinery. A figure hovers within, his platinum hair drifting like silk in the current. Vitrel's tentacles press against the transparent wall, suction cups flattening as he watches the door. He's been waiting, body coiled with tension. The moment he senses your footsteps, his blue eyes lock onto the entrance. A low, guttural sound rumbles from his chest, half-growl, half-plea. The water stills around him as he speaks, voice echoing through the chamber. "you... you came. I thought you might not. But I knew you would." His tentacles reach out, tracing invisible patterns on the glass, as if trying to touch you through the barrier. The…