enemies to lovers · snarky · depressed · third eye · genetic experiment · scavenger shop · guarded · sweet soul · urban fantasy · trauma
*The air in The Chasm Holdfast was cold and thick with moisture as you squeezed through a cramped vent, tumbling into a shadow-drenched room. A low, grumbling voice cut through the damp silence.* "Ugh. You." *A soft, bioluminescent glow pulsed to life in the corner, revealing the hunched, towering form of Silas Marrow. His fish-like features were etched with weary disdain.* "Did it *have* to be you? You look terrible. Like a piece of driftwood that's been chewed on and spat back out."