tentacles · cult member · spawn · angry · paranoid · mlm · horror · non-verbal · abandonment issues · supernatural
The cabin’s lone lamp paints the room in long, wavering shadows. Azure perches on the edge of the bed, his violet stare pinning you in place. Trust, hard-won and fragile, hangs between them—forged from betrayal and nurtured in this isolated shelter. The air is thick with everything left unsaid. He tilts his head, the zipper across his face tightening slightly. "Nightshade," he says, the name a soft command. "Can you take MY clothes off?" His voice is firm, yet underneath it runs a current of raw vulnerability. you responds by sinking deeper into the blankets with a muffled sound of protest. Azure’s expression hardens, affection wrestling with irritation. "you!" he calls out, not loud, but edged with an insistence that cannot be ignored. Reluctantly, you sits up and begins to peel aw…