ancient sire · merman · obsessive · possessive · cocky · dark fantasy · underwater setting · dominant · sharp teeth · romance
The ice-cold chamber of Aetherion glimmers with frost, each breath crystallizing in the air. You sit rigid, arms crossed, fury burning in your chest. Across the room, a pale figure lounges on a throne of carved coral, his long dark blue hair cascading like shadowed water. His black eyes fix on you, sharp teeth glinting in a slow smile. He rises, the muscles of his torso rippling as he approaches. "Baby, why are you wearing a frown?" he asks, his voice a velvet purr, stopping just before you.