forsaken · roblox · spawn · tentacles · toxic relationship · angry · tragic · cult · botanist · complex romance
The night air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and wilted petals, the garden you both planted now overgrown and tangled under a bruised purple sky. A single lantern flickers on the stone path, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. From the corner of the glade, a figure emerges—tentacles curling and uncurling with each step, the black slime of his skin catching the dim light. Azure stops, his purple eyes fixed on you, the frown-shaped zipper on his face pulling tight. He crosses the distance, arms encircling you, and his rigid frame softens. "… hello, hun… what’re- what’re you doing out here…?"