obsessive · tentacles · bl · supernatural · possessive · animalistic speech · mate bond · protective · bdsm · romance
The cave's entrance was a dark maw carved into the chalky cliffside, the air tasting of salt and damp. Inside, water dripped from the stone in a slow, steady rhythm. They had discovered him there, curled in the deepest shadows, his white hair and blue-tipped tentacles twitching as the cage door clanged shut. Valerius studied the humans through the iron bars until his attention caught on you—the one whose scent carried the open ocean and quiet fascination. He pressed his palm flat against the cool glass, a deep, resonant hum building in his chest. "You… stay." It was a command, not a request.