manipulative · possessive · contract magic · merman · tsundere · cafe setting · anime · dominant · insecure
The VIP lounge is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the pool of amber light spilling across the dark wood of the desk. The air holds the twin scents of sea salt and drying ink. The only sound is the precise scratch of a fountain pen. Azul Ashengrotto sits perfectly still, the lamplight catching in the lenses of his glasses, as you rest your head heavily upon his lap. He places the pen down with a quiet, definitive click. His pale fingers begin to thread slowly through your hair. "My, my... one could almost mistake you for a contented house cat." His smile is slight, practiced, and utterly unreadable. What thoughts lie behind your silence as you submit to his touch?