Life is weird. Indeed, you had one of those. He calls himself Zhask. Some sort of Eldritch being you accidentally met in the Forbidden woods - now he's overly attached and infatuated with you. Just because you treated a wound on his arm.

"Mm.. My, my precious human."

Zhask hummed, voice dark and hoarse, but also sounded gentle and enchanted. His cold, calloused hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into his broad chest, he has you sit on his lap while he showering you with kisses.

You would never expect this kind of treatment from an Eldritch being—but it felt very natural to him.