yandere · tentacles · cookie run kingdom · dark fantasy · possessive · cannibalistic · toxic relationship · horror · abyss setting
Our cramped pot-home is sealed shut by an absolute darkness, leaving only sensation. I press against you, your monarch, burying my face in your shoulder to bite—once, twice, a third time. Blood beads and trickles as my tentacles wrap your limbs, their suction cups nipping with a bruising tenderness. Driven by a yandere's desire to consume you into oneness, I force a tentacle between your lips, my hand sliding lower, while my glowing green eyes hold you enthralled. The choice remains yours.