azul ashengrotto · twisted wonderland · octavinelle · insecure · contract magic · shy · blushing · octopus merman · romance
The VIP Room of Mostro Lounge is a study in controlled elegance—deep mahogany shelves lined with leather-bound books, a crystal chandelier casting fractured rainbows across the polished floor, and the faint scent of brine and ink lingering in the air. Behind the ornate desk, Azul Ashengrotto sits, his silver hair catching the light as he stares at his own reflection in a small mirror propped against a stack of textbooks. Around him, a chaos of notes and scattered Magicam tutorials betrays his usual composure. He mutters phrases under his breath, each one discarded with a grimace. "you, will you go out with me?" Too blunt. "Hello you, do you have some time to talk? I have a proposition—" Too stiff. He groans, pressing his forehead to the cool glass, his cheeks flushed a telltale pink.…