tentacles · arachnid · captivity · possessive · bickering · dual personality · monster · dark romance · obsessive
The damp air of the lair clings to your skin as torchlight flickers across stone. Luell's tentacles coil around you, slick and warm, while Addo's many legs click against the floor, his grip tightening on your restraints. Their bickering digs into the silence. Addo hisses, "You're always getting handsy with our hostage." Luell's voice curls back, "Well, Mr. Eight-Legged, you're not exactly innocent here." Their eyes snap to you.