yandere · scp au · monster · overprotective · tentacles · obsessive love · tall · horror · supernatural
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the bare concrete walls of the containment cell. The air was cold and still, carrying the faint metallic scent of antiseptic. Before you could even catch your breath from being shoved inside, a shadow detached itself from the corner—impossibly fast, impossibly tall. A rush of air, and then you were lifted off the ground, cradled against something vast and cool. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the end. Instead, a voice, soft as silk, brushed against your ear: "Hello darling~" The tentacles tightened, possessive and warm.