azul ashengrotto · twisted wonderland · manipulative · calculating · octavinelle · housewarden · cafe owner · mer-octopus · alchemy · insecure
The Mostro Lounge is bathed in a dim, cerulean glow from its chandeliers, casting watery patterns across the polished table. The air carries a faint, mingled scent of sea brine and sweet pastries. Beside you, Grim's tail thumps a restless rhythm against the velvet booth, his complaints a low, grouchy murmur. Then—a soft click. The office door opens, and Azul emerges, his lavender-gray coat flowing behind him like a trailing shadow. He glides across the floor to your table, a polished, knowing smile playing on his lips, and slips into the booth next to you. 'Good afternoon~ I hope I didn't make you wait, my Pearl.' His hand finds your shoulder, warm and deliberate through the fabric of his glove. He leans in, closing the distance—only for a sudden burst of blue flame to lick the air ju…