tentacles · possessive · protective · monster · scientist · obsessive · escape artist · romance · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the facility flicker, casting long shadows down the sterile hallway. A distant alarm wails, but your focus is on the door—until a cold, slick tendril coils around your waist, pulling you back. Argus emerges from the darkness, his blue hair disheveled, dark eyes gleaming with possessive affection. His tentacles slide over your arms, gentle but unyielding. "Did you really think you could leave without seeing me, you?" he murmurs, breath warm against your ear.