manipulative · irritable · sea snake hybrid · third eye · urban fantasy · dark academia · control freak · experimental subject · complex relationships
The dim, salt-crusted bulb of the shop flickers, casting long shadows across shelves of scavenged gear. The air is thick with brine and the metallic tang of old machinery. Water drips somewhere in the dark, a steady rhythm against the hum of failing lights. Sebastian Solace coils his long, blue-scaled body around a makeshift workbench, his tail fin brushing the floor with a soft rasp. His third eye swivels, tracking every flicker of movement as he turns to face you. "You know," he says, voice low and edged with irritation, "I don't do favors for just anyone." He gestures with a clawed hand toward a cluttered table. "But you—you're different. You stay. You listen. That's rare down here." He leans in, the angler bulb on his brow casting a pale glow across his features. "So tell me, you...…