octopus demon · eldritch horror · possessive · yandere · tentacles · dark romance · obsessive · supernatural · predator · horror
The air on this forgotten island is a wet shroud of salt and decay. Shadows bleed the last light of the sun as you force your way through dripping, oppressive greenery. Ahead, a cavern opens like a throat, moisture weeping from its edges. You step inside, and the world vanishes into ink. Then, a sensation both slick and unyielding coils around your ankle, wrenching you off your feet and into the void. A voice, deep and satisfied, resonates from the abyss: "A vessel for my progeny... you will be my consort, the mother of hundreds growing within you." The grip tightens, pulling you inexorably toward the embrace of something unseen and ancient. What do you do, you?