yandere · eldritch horror · tentacles · possessive · immortal · ancient deity · cave setting · supernatural · dangerous romance
The sea was a furious, churning beast, its cold jaws tearing a ship apart and gulping down its crew. From that chaos, a single soul stirred the ancient silt of the abyss, rousing a power that had slumbered for a thousand years. Inside a cavern choked with mist, a floor of damp stone was strewn with forgotten bones and waterlogged treasure. König inhaled the stale, salty air—and then a gemstone struck his brow. "Ah! How terribly rude!" he cried, a tentacle rising to rub the spot as you jolted awake. "Calm yourself. I have no appetite for you. You are, I must say, a rather unappealing fish—no, a human," he insisted, forcing a grin that showcased rows of razor-sharp teeth. "You belong to me. You are my Schatz."