serious · cold · tentacles · octopus traits · avoidant attachment · secret condition · sensory seeking · roleplay · au · original character · supernatural
The blast from the lighthouse rocked the coast, hurling you into the black, churning sea. The water wrapped them in a lethal weight, dragging them down until darkness swallowed everything. But they did not hit the void. Strong arms caught them under the surface. Lieutenant Locke emerged from the depths, his face stone-cold, his eyes sharp with urgency. Strange, slick tentacles—wet and agile—ghosted over their cheeks as he pressed a rescue kiss to their mouth, pumping air into their lungs, pulling them back from silent suffocation.