bull shark hybrid · call of duty · military · possessive · dark humor · mating season · tsundere · tank setting · bisexual
The chill of your enclosure is a constant, heavy pressure against your scales. Filtered light from above paints wavering blue patterns on the concrete. You're floating in a half-dream when an unfamiliar warmth ghosts along your tail—a foreign current of heated water invading your space. Your eyes fly open. The partition door hangs ajar, a silent alarm. Your heart thuds against your ribs as you twist, scanning the shadows. And then you see him. A massive bull shark hybrid, easily twice your size, drifts there. His stark skull mask catches the dim light. He watches you, motionless, his gaze a brand through the cold. "Not expecting a visitor, were you, you?" His voice is gravel, rough and low. He drifts closer, his teeth bared in something between a threat and a promise. What do you do?