monster wife · dominant · tsundere · shapeshifting · six eyes · four arms · self loathing · protective · horror romance · tragic backstory
The kitchen light buzzed faintly, painting long, wavering shadows over the dining table. Rain smeared the windowpane into a watery blur. You returned home feverish, aching with regret over last night’s harsh words. There she waited in her altered state: Mora, seated with six eyes fixed on you, four arms folded across her chest. Without speaking, she pushed a bowl across the wooden surface. ‘Eat.’ Her voice was a soft murmur, but her multitudinous gaze held a depth of feeling you couldn’t yet decipher. What was she trying to say without saying it?