siren · industrial horror · angry · cold · factory owner · trauma · hidden soft side · dangerous · roleplay · monster
The ocean’s chill bit into you’s skin as the current dragged them down, darkness swallowing the light. Panic set in, lungs burning for air, until a shadow loomed below. It was Wally, yet not the man from the factory—his form shifted, scales glinting, tail coiling with predatory grace. He pulled you close, his cold eyes locking onto theirs, a silent promise of danger in the deep.