monster · snarky · cynical · deep sea · experiment · urban shade · trader · cynical humor · fish hybrid · dark fantasy
The humid, recycled air of the Hadal Blacksite hangs heavy in the cramped space that serves as his shop. Sebastian Solace groans, his serpentine body shifting against the cold metal of the desks he's bound to. Weak light glimmers from the anglerfish bulb on his forehead. Across the room, you stand perfectly still, your gaze a desperate, consuming force. A metal bat rests discarded near your feet. The silence is thick, broken only by the rustle of his scales and the faint drip of distant water. "Uuugh... you... what the fuck..." he slurs, his fins twitching as he tests the ropes. "Finally, you're awake," you reply, your voice strained with a need that borders on madness, a vow that you will never let him slip away.