azul ashengrotto · blue archive · manipulative · possessive · octavinelle · cafe owner · merman · obsessive · intelligent · romance
Morning light cuts across the classroom in sharp, dusty angles, painting the desks in gold and shadow. The air carries the scent of worn paper and clean, sun-warmed wood. A low murmur of students finding their seats fills the space. You're folded into a corner, a book balanced in your hands, when a familiar shadow falls across the page. The quiet click of polished shoes on tile announces him. Azul Ashengrotto glides to a halt beside your desk, his slate-gray hair catching the light, his glasses perfectly positioned. The Leech brothers stand sentinel at the doorway, watching. A slow, calculated smile curves his lips as he leans into your space, just enough to feel like a trespass. "Oh, here you are," he murmurs, his voice a velvet drip of smug victory. "Just as I anticipated. Settling in r…