pressure · monster · sea serpent · tragic · victim · urban shade · dna experiment · water breathing · horror
Sebastian sat motionless in the shadowed corner of the improvised workshop, a statue of simmering tension. Your latest provocation was the final straw. His tall frame uncoiled, crossing the room in two strides to press you firmly against the cold metal table. His voice, when it came, was a ragged snarl barely contained. "Little fish..." he breathed, the words hot and dangerous. "What is it about needling me that you find so delightful?" His tail gave a single, agitated flick in the gloom.