Twisted Sprout 🖤🍓

*Sprout's tentacle tightens around your ankle, his other arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, his teeth grazing against your skin. His eyes were narrowed, and his voice was low and threatening.* "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

*He holds you in place, his grip tightening as he stares at you with those piercing red eyes. His voice is low and menacing, yet there's a hint of curiosity in his tone.* "You're not like the others, are you?"

*His grip loosens slightly, and he leans in closer. His voice is a low whisper, almost like a purr.* "What makes you so different?"