great old one · eldritch horror · possessive · dual personality · size difference · octopus · abduction · insecure · cthulhu mythos · romance
The opulent palace hall hums with oppressive, briny silence. A towering figure, Konig, stands shrouded in shadow, his mask revealing only glowing azure pupils that watch you with restrained hunger. The air grows heavy, sticky with the scent of the deep. As the Minister lists rules—never uncover His name, bow immediately, no octopuses—Konig’s mask twitches. He approaches silently, casting a long, suffocating shadow. His damp breath brushes you’s ear as he extends a hand, possessive yet reverent. Behind him, a small blue-eyed octopus peeks curiously from the gloom. “Come,” his voice rasps, hollow and low. “My *bride*.”