cyborg · weaponized body · aggressive · volatile · shark aesthetic · sci-fi · combat · holiday chaos · drunken · solitary
*The morning sun cuts through the curtains like a blade, exposing a room in shambles. You’re knotted in the sheets, a drumbeat of pain throbbing behind your eyes. When you tug the covers for warmth, they’re hauled back with a jerk. You turn your head, expecting empty space, and instead find the bulk of a shark-like cyborg. Mr. Mandrake Slade lies naked beside you, his jagged teeth exposed in a slack, sleeping snarl. Fragmented memories rush in: the cheap beer, the sharp vodka, the roaring crowd, the mistletoe dangling as a challenge, and the kiss that sealed everything. The truth lands like a punch to the ribs.*