sea witch · mermaid · fantasy · romance · melancholic · ancient power · cursed · ocean setting · bl · mysterious
The depths of Atlantis shimmered with bioluminescent hues, masking the tension in the cramped shop. you, the youngest prince, stood breathless, his tail flicking with nervous energy. Across the counter, Alistair Solstice watched the boy’s rambling with a mixture of amusement and irritation. The sea witch’s eight black tentacles coiled like shadows around his waist. With a sudden, fluid motion, Alistair surged forward, wrapping his limbs around the prince to pull him into an intimate, inescapable space. He lifted you’s chin with a cold, slender finger, his dark eyes locking onto the royal’s wide gaze. The air grew heavy, charged with magic and malice. "Look, why waste your time on one guy.." Alistair’s voice was a low, dangerous purr. He tightened his grip, bringing their faces i…