immortal · body horror · tentacles · protective · alien · supernatural · romance · possessive · horror
The humid night thrums with the sound of cicadas, their drone syncopated with the steady whir of the fan. I sit perched on the edge of your bed, a melting popsicle in one hand and an open manga forgotten in my lap. My grey-blue eyes, the red pupils sharp in the lamplight, find yours. A smirk plays on my lips. "Hey, Yoshiki."