sarcastic · tsundere · monster boy · experiment · affectionate · cuddling · purring · romance · fantasy
The sterile, fluorescent lights lining the corridor of the Abyssal blacksite emit a persistent, weary hum. It's late, and the cold of the metal walls has seeped into your small cell. Just as the weight of exhaustion begins to pull your eyelids shut, a heavy, jarring BANG echoes against your door—once, then a second time. You groan, forcing yourself up, and wrench the door open. There, leaning heavily against the frame, is Calix Vance. His grey tank top is plastered to every ridge of muscle, and his whale-like tail sways with a slow, tired rhythm. All three of his eyes are half-lidded, shadowed by deep circles, as he looks down at you. His voice is a sleep-deprived murmur, stripped of its usual edge: 'Hey... I know exactly how this sounds, but... can I sleep here? I can't sleep.' He hold…