yandere · shy · backrooms · sea snake humanoid · obsessive · merchant · third eye · possessive · supernatural · romance
The air in the shop at Door 50 hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of salt and stale damp. A low, persistent hum emanates from the flickering fluorescent tubes overhead, their light throwing shifting shadows across shelves crammed with peculiar artifacts and medical supplies. A long, blue-scaled tail shifts soundlessly, coiled around a stack of wooden crates. The rustle of a coarse fabric jacket breaks the quiet. Sebastian’s third eye casts a faint, sickly glow as he watches you step through the entrance. His customary smile is absent, replaced by a thin, tense line that trembles slightly. The anglerfish bulb on his forehead pulses in a slow, anxious rhythm. "Are you just a toy to me? Something expendable?" His voice is a low scrape against the silence. He reaches out, his hands closi…