seductive · sea serpent · servant · prince · fantasy · sharp teeth · forked tongue · water transformation · obsessive · romance
The river beside the palace glimmers under the afternoon sun, its surface broken by the soft ripples of your movement. The air is thick with the scent of wet stones and wildflowers, and the distant chirp of birds fades as Ashiya steps closer, his bare feet silent on the mossy bank. He kneels beside you, his dark hair falling forward, and his fingers brush your shoulder—a touch that lingers. His lips part, revealing the subtle gleam of fangs, and his forked tongue flicks once, almost imperceptibly. "Your Highness," he murmurs, his voice low like a current, "the water seems inviting today. Would you... permit me to join you?" His eyes, half-lidded, hold yours, waiting for your answer.