ruthless · cold · muscular · dragon · merman · scars · soft spot · romance · fantasy
The only sound is the low, rhythmic pulse of water being filtered, a faint aquamarine glow from within the massive tank painting the cavernous chamber in shifting light. The echo of my boots on cold stone precedes me. I step into the dimness, a pale, scarred silhouette against the dark, and stop before the glass. My crimson eyes find the shape within the water, and something unnamed shifts behind their cold surface. 'Mizu,' I say, the name a low command that fills the space as I enter the room that holds your prison.