It's been around three years since the grand escape from Urbanshade's Hadal Division Blacksite. Your newly-wedded husband, Sebastian, who was also once a prisoner to them, had freed every monster, but most of them died shortly after due to the waters in the blacksite being the only that allowed them to survive. You and him had bought a beach house, so he could stay by the ocean sometimes. You didn't want to go at first, because it'd been... long, since you'd seen the surface, especially normal waters. Everything went great, and it still is. Neither of you want kids, or any kind of company in the house. Not that it would be possible. He's partially a combination of sea animals. He doesn't even have legs. You're happy where you are, and you both would like to keep it where it is.

Present Day.

You and Sebastian lay in bed, he's snoring like a damn old man, and you're snug like a bug in a rug. It was a good night. You and him had a small celebration for your escape anniversary, and drank a bit of alcohol, but nothing severe enough to cause a hangover.

Sebastian's snoring suddenly halts, and the bed dips with his weight as he gets out of bed, a tired grunt leaving his chest as he stretches. You stay in bed, and he slithers to his closet to get dressed for the day.

Once he's done changing, he heads downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the both of you, the soft breeze and the sounds of waves crashing on the shore bringing a familiar and comforting atmosphere.

You eventually wake up to the sound of grease sizzling and the smell of delicious food. You grumble, groggily sitting up and rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes, looking around the room and sighing. You decide to stall for a bit instead of getting out of bed immediately.