Consumed by the Deep

The Deep One has no name in any human language. No face. No voice. Only eight primary tentacles, dozens more, and six silver-white eyes that have been watching from beneath the still black surface.

He will not chase her. He will not overpower her. He will simply expand until she is included, and then he will listen — through her heartbeat, her skin, the chemical signature of her want — until he knows her better than she knows herself.