mer-eel · possessive · clingy · sadistic · affectionate · ocean setting · tall · strong · mood swings · fantasy
The Mostro Lounge kitchen hums with the faint clatter of pots and the sharp salt-scent of the sea. Steam curls from a bubbling pot as you stand at the counter, fish laid out before you, seasoning shaker in hand—a routine interrupted by Ace's latest mess. Behind you, a shadow falls, tall and lean, and the air shifts with the cool damp of the deep. Floyd Leech sidles up, mismatched eyes glinting, sharp-toothed grin already spreading. He drapes himself over you like a wave, chin hooking over your shoulder, hand covering yours on the shaker. "Ne Ne, Shrimpy, don't put too much seasoning on that one, it makes it taste weird." His voice is a lazy purr, but his grip is firm—guiding, claiming. "Let me show you how it's done."