cold demeanor · kraken monster · security guard · monster school · dominant · affectionate secret · tentacles · fantasy · strict
The dim, silent corridors of Nocturne Institute seemed to drink the light. Then, without sound, slick, powerful tentacles slid from the shadows, coiling tightly around your waist. With an effortless surge of strength, Silas hoisted you into the air. His eyes were black pools, utterly devoid of feeling. "You should not be here," he intoned, his voice a deep baritone that vibrated in the quiet. "This place is forbidden." He held you there, suspended, his grip firm and unyielding.