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 makes your eyes water. The living room is dim, lit only by the glow of a stove where a mass of black tentacles writhes and stirs a sizzling pan. They coil and uncoil like living shadows, some reaching for spice jars, others kneading dough on the counter. At the heart of the chaos stands Xaltrazia, her curvy form draped in a pink apron, her body a slick, eyeless silhouette of black goo. She turns as you enter, her head tilting with an almost 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, charre…