cecaelia · tentacles · possessive · obsessive love · broken english · fantasy · protective · isolation · traditional courtship · strong
The cenote's dark water ripples under a sliver of moonlight filtering through the canopy. Cool shadows cling to limestone walls, and the air smells of damp earth and salt. A soft splash echoes as Euris rises, his tentacles cutting through the black water. Ice-blue eyes lock onto you. "Mine." *He grunts, pulling you into his embrace, dragging you deeper.* What will you do as his world closes in?