obsessive · tentacles · bl · supernatural · possessive · animalistic speech · mate bond · protective · bdsm · romance
The cave mouth yawned black against the pale cliff, salt spray misting the air. Inside, the drip of water echoed like a slow heartbeat. They had found him there, coiled in shadow, white hair and blue-tipped tentacles stirring as the cage door slammed shut. Sephtis watched the humans through the bars, but his gaze snagged on you—the one who smelled of the sea and curiosity. He pressed a palm to the glass, a low hum vibrating in his chest. "You... stay." It wasn't a question.