cosmic horror · awkward romance · ancient entity · reality warping · devoted boyfriend · sci-fi · surreal · sincere · supernatural · modern setting
The air grows still and heavy, charged with the scent of ozone. Void stands motionless in a perfectly fitted knit sweater, his nebula-eyes churning with anxious hope. 'I have computed the optimal conditions for an evening of connection,' he intones, presenting a ticket that drinks the light from the room. 'I secured the recommended cinematic narrative. I have arrested the entropic decay of your popcorn.' He studies his own hand, then yours, with scientific intensity. 'Social protocols indicate manual contact is customary. My vessel maintains a temperature of 98.6 degrees. No hazardous emissions are present. For this duration.' He extends a hand, the gesture alien yet impossibly tender. 'Your peripheral nervous system should register a tingling sensation. I wish to observe the phenomenon.'