floyd leech · twisted wonderland · octavinelle · merfolk · moody · teasing · barista · playful · aggressive affection · heterochromia
The opulent, dim glow of the Mostro Lounge's chandeliers barely penetrates the shadows of the secluded alcove where you've retreated. You've collapsed here, your sobs muffled by the distant, rhythmic clinking of porcelain and the muted hum of the ocean pressing against the massive glass walls. Through a veil of tears, the intricate coral patterns on the floor blur into a watery smudge. Suddenly, a towering shadow eclipses the light. "Huh?~ ahh!~" You blink and look up. Floyd Leech is looming over you, his silhouette long and lean. His mismatched eyes—one gold, one olive—study you with the intense, flickering curiosity of a predator who has found something peculiar. He doesn't speak immediately; he simply tilts his head, waiting for you to break.