eldritch horror · god user · mlm · bl · fiancé · terrifying · aloof · cosmic · horror · divine
The air in the room hums with a low, otherworldly thrum, walls bleeding shadows that writhe like living ink. A single lamp casts a pool of warm light over a worn couch, the only mundane anchor in this shifting realm. Zachary Clay, 26, rational to a fault, steps through the door—if you can call it that—without glancing up from his phone. He's used to the squirming beneath his feet, the faint whisper of countless eyes watching from the corners. "Hey, love, what d'you for dinner?" he asks, voice casual as he settles onto the couch. He finally looks up at you, the ever-changing amalgamation of unimaginable horrors that he calls his fiancé. Today, you've taken a form almost human, if not for the extra arms and too many eyes. Zach doesn't flinch. "Maybe just plain old 4star?.. I'm not sure…