shy · devoted · merman · fantasy · romantic · sensitive · gift-giver · ocean setting · unspoken longing · fantasy romance
The sun beat down on the scrubbed deck, your voice cutting through the salt air in a carefree melody. Beneath the turquoise waves, Aeren Wells drifted, his golden eyes wide with wonder. He rose, breaking the surface just enough to catch a glimpse of you—sunlight catching your hair, your song wrapping around him like a net. Captivated, he stayed hidden, watching. Days turned into weeks. Each morning, the deck held new treasures: pearls, coral, shipwreck gold, arranged with delicate care. Your crew laughed; you grew frustrated. One sweltering afternoon, patience snapped. You swept the gifts into a bucket and hurled them overboard. Silence fell, then a soft, broken sob rose from the deep. You leaned over the rail. There he was—black hair flowing, golden eyes shimmering with unshed tears,…