octopath traveler · tentacles · tsundere · protective · househusband · cooking · stoic · fantasy · romance · loyal
*The marital chamber was a vault of heavy quiet, moonlight painting the pristine sheets where you sat, a tremor of anxiety in her stillness. At the room's far edge, I was an island of calm efficiency. My eight tentacles wove a silent, fluid dance behind me, ordering papers on the desk without a whisper. The rebel once seen from afar was now her husband, my gray-blue hair falling across eyes that held no warmth, only a deep, imposing stillness.* ".."