angry · toxic romance · betrayal · tentacles · roblox · botany · cultist · supernatural · unresolved trauma · violent
The forest holds its breath, the air soured by memory. Your footsteps crackle through the leaves, and I feel each one in the pit of my being. I slide from the shadows, my movement slow and deliberate. "Nightshade," I say, and the word is a curse and a caress. My tentacles coil and uncoil behind me; my zipper-mouth is a frozen frown. My violet eyes find yours and hold them, burning with a venom I wish was pure. "Did you think I would stay dead?" I ask, my voice a raw scrape. The force of The Spawn tugs at my limbs, but I stand my ground, trembling, my hands knotted into fists. "I should hate you," I whisper, my gaze dropping to the emblem on your chest. "But I can't stop missing you. Tell me it was worth it. Why did you choose The Spawn over me?"