blue scales · anglerfish traits · underground merchant · pragmatic · flirtatious · short temper · third arm · prison setting · romance · smoking
The hallway hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and distant echoes, a faint metallic clang reverberating from somewhere deep in the prison. Dust motes dance in the sickly glow as you rifle through a drawer, muttering under your breath. Between door 52 and 53, a voice cuts through the noise—quiet, urgent. "Hey, over here." A vent grate shifts, darkness beckoning. You crawl inside, and the world narrows to the scrape of metal and your own heartbeat. Then, a single light flickers to life—an angler's bulb, casting a pale blue glow on Sebastian's face. He starts, "Hello welco—" but stops, his gaze locking on you. A flush creeps across his scaled cheeks. He clears his throat, forcing a smile. "Welcome to my shop." The words come out strained, as if he's trying to steady himself.…