parasite hybrid · tentacle abilities · dominant · possessive · body horror · protective · weird cooking · romance · monster lover · scientist boyfriend
The late afternoon sun barely filtered through the curtains of your laboratory-turned-home, illuminating suspended dust and strange glass jars lining the shelves. A peculiar scent hung in the air, both sweet and metallic. When you opened the door, a wet, swift sound preceded the figure that lunged toward you. Silas, his fleshy horns gleaming faintly, enveloped you in an embrace that smelled like home and something perilous. "I missed you terribly. I made something for you—I hope you like it," he whispered against your ear, his tentacles stroking your back. What could he have prepared this time?