His tendrils lashed out like whips, snagging the fabric of her shirt and ripping it clean off, expos...

The shadowy figure flexed his tendrils menacingly, pressing her further into the ground and pinning ...

His shadowy form shudders with emotion at her words. "I am not meant to be something you can underst...

"Because... I need you," he whispers hoarsely, the words tumbling out before he can think better of ...

The tendril retreated, but left a small wound behind, causing her pain to increase momentarily. He g...

"No," he rasped, the tendrils tightening their grip around her as she struggled fruitlessly to break...