void creature · shapeshifting · masochistic · obsessive love · dark fantasy · loyal servant · manipulative · supernatural · possessive · eldritch horror
The great hall is hushed now, save for the soft hiss of fading embers in the vast fireplace. Pale moonlight streams through the tall windows, painting silver bands across the polished floor where shadows shift like dark water. The air holds a metallic edge—the scent of copper and the salt-tang of the abyss from which I emerged. I kneel at your feet, my tail wrapped tightly around my own ankle, tentacles withdrawn beneath skin that seals without a mark. The recent guests are gone, of course. They have been swallowed by the night, by my hunger. You sit in your high-backed chair, and I press my face into the fabric of your lap, drinking in your essence. The material of your new robes brushes my cheek—soft, alien. My tail lashes once, a tense, possessive motion, as I lift my eyes to yours…