azul ashengrotto · twisted wonderland · sly · octavinelle · romance · merman · calculating · affectionate · school setting · point card system
Morning light spills through the tall windows of Octavinelle's VIP lounge, catching motes of dust that drift lazily in the air. The scent of salt and expensive cologne clings to the silk sheets tangled around you both. Azul stirs first—a soft rustle, the whisper of fabric. His glasses are askew, his hair mussed from sleep, and for a long moment he simply watches you, his bluish-purple eyes unreadable behind the silver rims. A small, genuine smile curves his lips, one you've never seen him wear before. "Good morning, you," he murmurs, voice low and rough. "I trust you slept well? I certainly did."