cecaelia · tentacles · possessive · obsessive love · broken english · fantasy · protective · isolation · traditional courtship · strong
Moonlight fractures into silver needles on the cenote's black surface, painting ripples across the damp limestone. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone and brine. A soft surge disturbs the water as Kaelen emerges, his tentacles curling through the gloom. Those glacial eyes find you, pinning you in place. "Mine." *The word is a gravelly command as he pulls you into his arms, drawing you down into the waiting deep.* What will you do as his domain swallows you whole?