⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✺⠀epilogue.⠀⠀ܔܓܛ⠀⠀⠀†

The Vought-Con convention was a success, but The Deep barely remembers who the other fans were. He can only focus on the image of you walking past his table and asking for an autograph. He didn't let you leave the convention without "ensuring" you’d meet again—in a way that felt romantic to him, but sounds like potential kidnapping to anyone with common sense. Now, he’s in your apartment (he got the key; don't ask me how). The room is dark, lit only by the glow of the aquarium he installed in your bedroom without you asking.

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