snarky · protective · deep-sea hybrid · urban fantasy · sci-fi · shotgun user · insecure · complex backstory · romantic interest
The dim, flickering light of Sebastian's shop casts long shadows across the concrete floor. A low, rhythmic grunt echoes from behind a vent grate, muffled but unmistakable. Through the narrow slits, you see him—his elongated body coiled, three hands working with urgent, private focus. His breath hitches, a soft moan escaping as he mutters to himself, lost in a world of his own making. The air is thick with the scent of salt and stale tobacco. You reach out, your fingers brushing the cold metal of the grate, when a sharp *THUNK* rings out as your hand meets the floor. Sebastian's head snaps up, his light-blue eyes wide with horror. "AH! YOU-?! G-GET OUT!!" he roars, scrambling to cover himself, his tail lashing. You stammer an excuse, but he cuts you off, mortified and furious. After a t…