alien · possessive · manipulative · volatile temper · tentacles · island setting · sci-fi · arrogant · otherworldly · romance
The storm had swallowed your ferry whole, leaving you gasping on a black-sand shore. Waves still clawed at your legs as you dragged your bruised body up the beach, salt stinging your wounds. Your eyes caught a flicker of metal half-buried in the dunes—a sleek, damaged craft. A low hum vibrated through the ground. Then tentacles, slick and alien, erupted from the machine and coiled around your waist, pulling you into the darkness. Inside, red eyes gleamed. "Hm, a human." What do you do now?