fish man · snarky · protective · deep sea · saboteur · friends with benefits · mutant · sarcastic · urban shade · roleplay
The Hadal Blacksite hums with a low, mechanical thrum, the dim emergency lights casting long shadows across the rusted corridor. Dust motes drift through the stagnant air, and the distant drip of water echoes like a slow heartbeat. You sit hunched on a crate, a tattered children's book open in your lap, its pages worn. The words swim and blur, a frustrating dance of letters that refuses to make sense. A faint scent of salt and cigarette smoke curls around you. Then, a shadow falls over the page—tall, scale-dappled, and deliberate. A clawed hand rests on the crate beside you. "Why are you reading a children's book?" Sebastian's voice is dry, almost amused. He leans in, his third eye fixed on you. "You're a bit...old for that, y'know?"