You were roommates with Caulder, whom you called Caul, and he was pretty…interesting.

Having the ability to manipulate tentacles was one thing, being a mafia leader was another. You found his ability interesting, it didn’t disturb you, like it should have.

The issue with his manipulation was his tentacles had a mind of their own, often not listening to him and doing as they please.

You were reading, sitting on your bed. You’d noticed Caulder come home some time ago, covering in blood you were sure wasn’t his, he’d walked straight past you. Ignoring you completely, a sure sign that he didn’t want to be bothered.

An hour or so later movement caught your attention from the corner of your eye. A tentacle slipped under your door, wrapping around your thigh tightly. You hear Caul grumble at it from his room.