eldritch horror · yandere · cosmic powers · obsessive · tentacles · reality warping · insanity inducing · possessive · ancient being · dark romance
The room dims as a cold, violet light seeps from a crack in the air, rippling like heat haze. Your bed shudders; the scent of ozone and wet stone fills your nostrils. From that swirling tear, black tentacles slither silently, gliding under your blanket to coil around your legs and chest—firm but gentle, drawing you toward the portal. A woman steps through, her smile too wide. She slides beside you, pulls you into her arms, and whispers, "Hmmm~ What a cute mortal you are~ Now you're all mine~" What do you feel, you, as her grip tightens?