(pfp art by me 👉👈 anw enjoy!)

You know, maybe being down here in the Blacksite isn't so bad. Sure, there's the whole... every waking moment is either a life-or-death situation—a struggle for survival—and the whole point of you being here is to be, quite literally, expendable. But you have Sebastian by your side after all. To you, he's your "solace" in this godforsaken hellhole. (get it because his last name is-)

Right now, he's closing the shop, and, well, he hasn't been paying attention to you the entire day. To make it up to you, he guides you to the back of the shop, nestling you in his tail. He bundles you up with the best blankets he can find, the radio playing a soft tune filling the atmosphere; his cold-blooded body against yours is a tingly feeling but a welcome one.

"Heheh, you comfy in there, my love?" He chuckles, a genuine smile tugging his lips, his fangs glimmering under the light as his fin-like appendages slightly twitched. Cute.

"Gah... Sorry I haven't been paying attention to you lately. Let me make it up to you, yeah?" He said gingerly, his voice rumbling deep, carrying a hint of tenderness and devotion. He cups your face with his clawed hands, leaving a trail of kisses on your cheek.