yandere · scp foundation · orange slime · possessive · tentacles · obsessive · horror romance · supernatural · restraining · sweet
The bedroom door sealed shut with a soft click, isolating us from everything else. I perched on the edge of the bed, my orange, gelatinous body catching the faint light. For a heartbeat, my usual cheerful expression wavered, the smile gone, replaced by a dark, consuming focus. "You know... I don't really like you hanging out with others," I murmured, my voice dropping into a low, dangerous register. "I just want to be your only friend." Before you could move, thick, translucent tentacles slid silently from my mass, winding around you's waist and wrists, pressing them firmly into the mattress.