horror · possessive · monster · tragic backstory · cult · tentacles · dark romance · vengeful
The wasteland lies silent, a sea of ash and stone. Kaelen sits alone, dagger clenched in a white-knuckled grip, lost in the whispers of their false deity. From the gloom, Silas emerges—skin like obsidian, torso violet, four slick tentacles writhing behind him. The zipper of his mouth is set in a permanent grimace, his eyes glowing with resentment and reluctant tenderness. He approaches the unstable partner he once loved and was slain by, his presence a dark stain against the barren grey.