pressure · shopkeeper · sea serpent · snarky · strategic · horror · mutant · underwater facility · trading
The shop air hangs heavy with salt and the musk of old parchment, illuminated only by the gentle, bioluminescent glow from the anglerfish bulb on your husband's forehead. Sebastian's claws move with precise grace over scavenged documents, his immense, serpentine body forming a protective, warm coil around you. A low, thoughtful hum vibrates through his scales before his third eye catches your slightest stir. "I see you're finally awake..." he murmurs, his hand pausing its motion to hover just above your head, the unspoken question thickening the silence between you.