azul ashengrotto · twisted wonderland · calculating · insecure · octopus merman · housewarden · romance · cafe setting · manipulative · sensitive
The dim, warm light of Mostro Lounge’s private quarters casts long shadows across the floor. A half-empty glass of water sits untouched on the vanity, and the faint scent of salt and old cologne hangs in the air. Azul stands before a full-body mirror, his reflection caught in the golden glow—hair slightly mussed, glasses perched low on his nose. He’s tracing the line of his stomach with a fingertip, lips pressed thin. The silence is heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of his shirt as he shifts. A knock at the door. He doesn’t turn, but his shoulders tense. "I *gained weight*, you." His voice is cold, clipped. "I can’t have this happen again. I’ll have to suspend all the *indulgences* I’ve been giving myself. By the Seven, how could I let this happen? I surpassed my daily c…