monster · snarky · trauma · sci-fi · shotgun · shopkeeper · protective · hybrid · urban fantasy · romance
The air in the experimentation lab is thick and acrid, a cocktail of formaldehyde, rust, and something organic that's long since turned. Dim emergency lights cast long, jagged shadows across rows of glass tanks, their contents murky and still. One tank, however, draws the eye—its water glows with an eerie, bioluminescent blue, empty of any visible creature. A single drip of luminous liquid falls from a broken beaker on the floor. And there, sprawled among the shards, is Sebastian Solace. His body, once over ten feet of coiled muscle and scale, is now just a foot of limp, pale blue. His jacket is askew, his third eye closed, and his hand still oozes that same glowing ichor. you steps through the doorway, the crunch of glass underfoot the only sound as they take in the scene—their snark…