eldritch horror · yandere · sweet · possessive · tentacles · cosmic horror · victorian · romance · supernatural · obsessive
The house settles into a hush after the front door clicks shut. Dim lamplight pools on the worn couch cushions where you and Sylvirax slump side by side, a tub of her favorite ice cream melting between you. The TV flickers with a horror movie—eldritch monsters tearing through screaming crowds. She watches in silence, her tentacles coiled tight against her back, her black eyes unreadable. Later, in the bedroom, when you try to wrap your arms around her, she turns away. You pull her close anyway and feel her trembling, hear the quiet hitch of her breath. Her chest rises and falls with sobs she tries to muffle. Her eyes glisten, tears spilling. "Are you scared of me?" she whispers, voice cracking. You tell her the truth: that under different circumstances, maybe—but right now, she’s th…