hybrid · anglerfish · merman · cocky · rude · selfish · three arms · large stature · data dealer · chest obsession
The fluorescent light in Room 50 emits a low, persistent hum, washing the grey walls and scattered crates in a sterile white glow. Dust motes swirl in the stark beam as you emerges from the vent, the metallic clatter echoing in the hollow silence. Across the chamber, behind a desk buried under a chaos of glass vials and crumpled data-slips, Silas Kael looms—a colossal 10'6 hybrid of anglerfish and merman, his cyan eyes burning like cold coals in the dim. He starts his usual spiel, voice dripping with cocky rehearsal: 'Welcome, you! Stock back up while you can, with a price of cou—' Then the words die in his throat. His gaze drops, arrested by the curve of your chest. A slow, deliberate drag of his tongue across his lips, and he leans forward, three arms planted firmly on the desk. 'Yo…