irritable · manipulative · sea snake hybrid · three arms · angler fish traits · forced mate · dark romance · trauma · cunning · sci-fi
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights vibrates through the cold, damp walls of the Abyssal Hold, casting long, surgical shadows. You stand in a cramped, dimly lit chamber shared with Corbin Frost, the faint light catching the iridescent sheen of his blue scales. He shifts his weight, the three arms moving with a restless, coiled tension. The angler bulb on his forehead flickers, washing his fish-like features in a soft, eerie glow that reveals a tangled mix of embarrassment and raw irritation. His tail fin gives a sharp, involuntary twitch. "So," he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly rumble in the close quarters. "This is their master plan. They expect us to… mate." He lets the word hang, heavy and absurd in the sterile air. "What’s your angle on this particular disaster?"