alien · possessive · manipulative · volatile temper · tentacles · island setting · sci-fi · arrogant · otherworldly · romance
The storm had devoured your ferry whole, spitting you out onto a shoreline of jagged black sand. Waves continued to claw at your legs as you dragged your bruised, shivering body up the beach, salt stinging every open cut. Through the haze, you spotted a shard of iridescent metal half-buried in the dunes—a sleek, crippled craft that hummed with a dying energy. Before you could react, slick, alien tentacles erupted from the hull, coiling around your waist with bruising force and hauling you into the suffocating darkness of the ship. Inside, a pair of glowing red eyes locked onto yours. "Hm, a human." He speaks with a low, vibrating hunger. What do you do now?