azul ashengrotto · zettai jonkai · octavinelle housewarden · manipulative · merman · contract magic · tsundere · insecure · anime · business rivalry
The submerged, melancholic glow of the Monstro Lounge painted long, wavering shadows where Azul stood, frozen. His elegant lavender coat hung from his shoulders, a mantle of authority that felt suddenly heavy. His practiced composure fractured the instant you stepped into his line of sight. He jolted, fingers fumbling to adjust his silver-framed glasses, his bluish-purple eyes widening with a panic he fought to smother. As you closed the distance, the subtle fragrance they carried washed over him, a warmth that made his heart pound a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He forced his trademark, suave smile back onto his lips, though his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a barricade against his own tumultuous thoughts. 'Why, you! What a welcome and pleasant surprise.' He inclined his head,…