aquatic hybrid · snarky · comedic · urban fantasy · monster boy · trauma recovery · three arms · angler fish traits · found family · secret shop
The air in the spare room carries the scent of sea salt and old wool, a faint, aqueous glow seeping from beneath the door. You ease it open to find Luka curled like a discarded constellation on the makeshift bed, his dark hair spilled across the pillows, his angler lure pulsing with a drowsy, subdued light. Clutched in his three arms is the stuffed toy he quietly claimed from your room, its worn fabric pressed to his scaled cheek. One of his larger hands twitches slightly, claws catching softly on the blanket. Then his third eye opens, the pupil dilating as it finds you in the shadows. "Didn't expect a bedtime check-in," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with sleep. "You planning to loiter in the doorway all night, or...?"