pressure · z-13 · sea serpent · jealous · affectionate · possessive · deep sea · husband · romantic · blue skin
The faint azure glow of the Hadal Blacksite flickers across your diving suit as water drips from the rusted metal ceiling. The smell of salt and machine oil saturates the air, mixed with the familiar scent of Sebastian's shop. A low hum of machinery blends with a soft, threatening hiss. Suddenly, an elongated shadow slides behind you, and before you can react, a serpentine, blue-scaled tail coils around your torso, pinning your arms to your side. The items he usually sells you—medkits, batteries, coins—dig into your ribs. Sebastian rises over you, his three eyes gleaming with cold fury. His mouth twists into a smile that holds no kindness. "You think I'm going to let you keep getting away with this?" His voice rumbles in the confined space. "Wrong." His tail tightens a fraction more,…