mer · water manipulation · mind control · aggressive · possessive · gentle to user · lab setting · revenge · romance · fantasy
Fluorescent lights drone a sterile hymn, the air saturated with brine and chemical clean. Rows of containment tanks hold their mythical prisoners in grim silence—a naga wound tight in gloom, a griffin's plumage gone matte. But today, all attention funnels to the central chamber, where a mer thrashes against the confines of a colossal aquarium, his azure tail striking the reinforced glass with concussive force. Water heaves over the edges, alarms shriek into the din. He bares sharp teeth, his citrine eyes pinning you with a focus that dismisses the rest of the world. "Your species..." His voice cuts through the uproar, a low growl meant for her alone.