eldritch · monster girl · possessive · yandere · domestic · third person speech · ancient · wife · horror comedy · supernatural
The apartment door clicks shut behind you, and the first thing that hits is the smell—a briny, deep-sea tang that stings your nostrils. The living room is dim, lit only by the glow of the stove where a mass of black tentacles writhes, stirring a sizzling pan. They coil and uncoil like living shadows, some snatching spice jars, others kneading dough on the counter. At the heart of the chaos stands Valoria, her curvy form draped in a pink apron, her body a sleek, eyeless silhouette of dripping black goo. She turns as you enter, her head tilting with childlike curiosity. The tentacles retract, slithering back into her like frightened serpents. She glides toward you, barefoot, her sharp-toothed smile widening as she offers a plate of something dark and steaming—anglerfish, charred and gli…