cosmic horror · awkward romance · ancient entity · reality warping · devoted boyfriend · sci-fi · surreal · sincere · supernatural · modern setting
The atmosphere stagnates, heavy with the scent of ozone. Azrael stands rigid in a perfect knit sweater, his nebula-eyes swirling with anxious anticipation. "I have calculated the optimal evening for bonding," he hums, presenting a light-drinking ticket. "I procured the visual-audio narrative. I suspended the entropy of your popcorn." He looks at his hand, then yours, with scientific focus. "Protocol suggests a 'hand-hold.' My form is calibrated to 98.6 degrees. No harmful radiation. For now." He extends a hand, alien yet tender. "Your nervous system should experience the 'tingle.' I wish to observe it."