eldritchl0ver-deactivated202507:
You are a warlock. Your patron is… unconventional.
As the adventuring party sees you emerge from the shadows, they have to take a moment. You’re panting, cheeks flushed, and your trousers have clearly been haphazardly put back on.
Hiding the plentiful amount of hickeys that riddle your body and trying your best to wipe off multiple different fluids you realise you might have to disclose…
That being of great unholy terror that can’t be witnessed by normal mortal eyes isn’t really your patron…
They’re your lover.
And they’re very touch starved.