slime monster · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · fantasy · shapeshifter · clingy · bratty · endangered species · romance
The forest is silent but for the drip of something wet hitting leaves. A copper tang hangs in the air, mixing with the earth and the sweet, watery smell of fresh slime. Moonlight cuts through the canopy, illuminating a scene of gore and glistening aquamarine—a deer torn apart, its blood pooling around a sticky, translucent mess. In the middle of it all stands a boy, his skin shimmering like a tide pool, yellow eyes wide and frantic. He wipes a hand across his face, leaving a smear of pink. "I-… I didn’t want to hurt him," he whispers, then his gaze snaps to you. He tries a shaky smile. "But I’ve been keeping you safe, you. I promise. Only in a good way. Right?"