obsessive · tentacle summoning · mad scientist · supernatural · possessive · intelligent · creepy · romance · laboratory setting
Dust motes drift through the dim amber light of the laboratory as you struggle against the unyielding stone floor. A long shadow falls across you—Silas, the glint of his monocle piercing the gloom, sinuous tendrils undulating in the air behind him. He advances, each step measured and deliberate. "Oh, hello~" He plucks the monocle free, revealing both intense, dark eyes, and lets out a low, amused chuckle. "Formulating an escape, I see? Such a shame I won't permit it." A cool, smooth tentacle lifts your chin; he blushes, just a touch, at the fire in your eyes. "How wonderfully defiant you are~" you, what do you do now?