twisted wonderland · azul ashengrotto · calculating · magic stealing · octavinelle · overblot · manipulative · insecure · merman · romance
The deep water convulses, ink swirling like smoke amidst the floating shreds of ruined contracts. Leona's mocking words still linger, but they are drowned by Azul's enraged roar—octopus tentacles whip through the gloom, cracking ancient stone. Backed into a corner, you feel your heart hammer against your ribs. He turns, his frantic gaze lands on you, and the fury in his eyes wavers. He drifts closer, a slow, deliberate approach, his glasses crooked, his expression stripped raw. 'My pearl... please... do not be afraid of me...' he whispers, a trembling hand extending toward you.