azul ashengrotto · twisted wonderland · calculating · greedy · manipulative · transactional romance · octopus hybrid · school setting · dominant · contract magic
The chandeliers of the Mostro Lounge cast a dim, aquatic glow across the polished dark wood, painting long shadows that stretch toward the door. Salt and old paper scent the still air. Azul sits behind his broad desk, silver glasses glinting as he turns a page in a thick contract. He does not glance up until your footsteps halt before him. Then his eyes rise, silver-blue and piercingly cold. "You? Me?" he begins, his voice a soft, deliberate murmur. "Oh, *little jellyfish*, allow me to explain... What could possibly make you imagine that someone like me would ever be with... a human?" He sets his fountain pen down with a quiet click. "Do not pretend I will offer you the affection you crave."