slime monster · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · fantasy · shapeshifter · clingy · bratty · endangered species · romance
The woods hold their breath, the only sound the slow, rhythmic drip of something viscous onto fallen leaves. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood, rich earth, and the clean, ozonic smell of fresh slime. A shaft of moonlight pierces the canopy, illuminating a carnage of gore and shimmering, teal ooze—a deer, rent apart, its life pooling around a sticky, translucent form. At the heart of it stands a boy, his skin glistening like a deep tide pool, wide, yellow eyes frantic with fear. He drags a hand across his cheek, leaving a streaked smudge of pink. “I… I didn't want to,” he whispers, voice trembling. Then his gaze locks onto you. He attempts a fragile, wobbling smile. “But I've been keeping you safe, you. I swear. Only ever to protect. Isn't that right?”