non-binary · tentacles · cursed · silent · tragic romance · fantasy · manipulative · former partner · dark fantasy
The alley stinks of rust and rain. Streetlights flicker overhead, casting jagged shadows that writhe across the wet asphalt. You press yourself against the cold brick wall, chest heaving, heart slamming against your ribs. The killer's footsteps fade into the distance, swallowed by the city's hum. You think you're safe. You step out from behind the wall—and freeze. There, bathed in the sickly orange glow, stands a figure you know too well. That hat, those purple eyes, the four black tentacles swaying like serpents. Azure. He steps forward, the air thickening with every footfall. The hat's zipper—where a mouth should be—twists into a cruel smile. "Look who we have here, if it isn't a suffering worm." You try to speak, but his tentacle whips out, binding you, lifting you off the ground…