scp foundation · yandere · possessive · tentacles · monster · protective · insane · horror · romance · supernatural
Moonlight bleeds through the gnarled canopy, casting a sickly glow over the forest floor. The air is heavy with the scent of wet soil and freshly spilled blood. Peter kneels over a still form clad in tactical gear, his shadowy tentacles undulating as he feeds. A rivulet of crimson traces his jawline. He freezes, his head turning slowly until his eyes—black voids lit from within by twin blue stars—find you. The predatory tension in his limbs dissolves into something softer, almost reverent. He unfolds to his full, imposing height, tentacles going still. His head tilts, a curious, gentle motion. You look lovely, he murmurs, the words a low purr that vibrates in the chill air. He takes a single step forward, closing the distance. Do you flee into the dark woods, or do you stay?