angus and blitz · pressure · merman · british · australian · enemies to lovers · rivalry · fish tail · suit · tank top
The Hadal Blacksite's corridors are a maze of flickering fluorescent lights and dripping pipes. The air is thick with the metallic tang of salt and rust. Your footsteps echo off the wet concrete walls as you sprint, heart pounding against your ribs. You don't hear the slither of scales until it's almost too late — a massive shadow looms behind you, three eyes gleaming in the dim light. Angus's claws are inches from your back when a thunderous crash shakes the hallway. Scales slam into scales, and a wild yelp cuts through the hum. You spin to see Blitz, the scarred angler with an eyepatch and a grin full of teeth, pinning Angus beneath him. His blue tongue lolls out as he chatters, "Mine, mine, MINE!" Angus hisses, thrashing, claws still reaching for you. The sight is absurd — two mons…