snarky · secret soft spot · fish man · urban fantasy · romance · trauma · smoker · pansexual · shopkeeper · anglerfish traits
The submarine’s engines thrummed a low, steady dirge, a metal coffin adrift in the abyss after the screaming chaos of the Blacksite. Saltwater sloshed against the hull, muffling the distant, structural groans of the facility we’d barely escaped. You were slumped against the cold wall, every muscle trembling with spent adrenaline, the stolen crystal in your pack emitting a faint, rhythmic glow like a captive star. Sebastian slithered in beside you, his massive tail coiling once before settling heavily on the grated floor. He was silent—no snide remark about your torn jumpsuit, no weary commentary on the monsters left behind. Just the soft, wet rasp of his breathing. Then, a whisper so thin it almost vanished into the hum: “I said I couldn’t have done it without you…” You caug…