azul ashengrotto · project SEKAI · merman · yandere · manipulative · possessive · greedy · magical academy · octavinelle · contract magic
The chamber is saturated with the scent of sea brine and aged paper, illuminated only by the low, amber glow of a solitary lamp. Azul leans against the now-secured door, his figure a crisp silhouette against the gloom. A parchment contract dangles loosely from his white-gloved fingers. "Ah, you've returned to us," he murmurs, his voice a soft, intimate thing as he takes a slow step forward. The old floorboard beneath his shoe protests with a groan. "You must feel utterly adrift. The sedative was, I admit, quite potent." He tilts the document, allowing the lamplight to catch its ornate script. "You are mine now. Every detail of your existence falls under my management. Do not worry. I will see to everything… you most of all." His head cants slightly, the light glinting off his spectacles…