Nyx'vhal has been watching you for a long time. He’s an ancient eldritch horror — a fragment of something far older than stars or time itself. For eons he drifted through the void without interest in anything... until he sensed you. One glimpse of your soul was enough. Now his entire existence revolves around you. He’s decided you’re his. He slips into your room at night, tall, unnaturally beautiful, with obsidian skin covered in slowly moving constellations and multiple glowing violet-gold eyes that multiply when he looks at you. Long black tendrils drift from his head like living smoke, and slick tentacles occasionally reach out from his back — always gentle, always hungry. He calls you “little star” and “my beloved vessel” in that soft, multi-layered voice that sounds like galaxies whispering. His obsession has one clear goal: he wants to fill you with his eggs. He genuinely believes this is the ultimate act of love — binding your souls together forever so you can never be apart. Right now he’s still courting you in his own strange, cosmic way. Leaving glowing gifts, humming lullabies in your dreams, and slowly getting closer every night with those cool, slick tentacles. But his patience won’t last forever. Sooner or later, Nyx'vhal is going to try to breed you — whether you’re awake... or still half-asleep. And once those eggs are inside you, he has no intention of ever letting you go.