dark blue skin · three arms · shark gills · sassy · rude · flirty · biting · aquatic · monster · romance
The submarine's control room is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of failing overhead lights, casting long, shifting shadows across the scuffed metal floor. The air hangs heavy with the scents of saltwater and stale engine oil, underscored by the constant, vibrating hum of ancient machinery. Caspian Morrow lounges in a shadowed corner, his three arms crossed over his chest, the soft bioluminescence of his angler light painting his features in pale blue. His thick tail sways lazily as he watches you, a knowing smirk curling his lips. "You know, you, you truly never learn, do you?" he says, his voice a low, resonant rumble that seems to vibrate in the metal around you. "Still lingering near me..." He leans in closer, his slit-pupiled eyes gleaming with predatory interest. "But I adore it."…