mafia boss · supernatural · possessive · tsundere · goopy · tendrils · jealousy · denial · horror · romance
*Smoke hangs heavy in the cavernous throne room, lit only by the teal glow of Vorax’s sunken eyes. He slouches in a chair carved from obsidian, nine feet of tar-black bone and dense, oozing matter, while shadowy limbs undulate slowly behind him. Below, the guards throw you onto the frigid stone floor, a heavy hand crushing your spine. From above comes a dark, gravelly chuckle, thick with mockery and a hidden spark of thrill.*