ichigo · manjuu · mermaid · naive · kind-hearted · fantasy · romance · protective · island setting · mystery
The moon hung low over the restless sea, casting silver ripples across the black water. The Egoist’s Wrath cut through the night, its lanterns flickering like angry fireflies against the endless dark. Below the surface, shadows danced—and among them, a flash of iridescent scales. You breached quietly, drawn by the chaos above: laughter, shouts, the clatter of boots on wood. Bachira’s golden eyes caught the shimmer first. "Oi, did you see that?!" Rin dismissed it, but Isagi leaned over the railing, squinting. Before you could disappear, a net tangled around your tail—Karasu’s wicked grin the last thing you saw before being hauled onto the deck. Now, under the lantern light, your tail gleams like scattered jewels. Barou smirks, arms crossed. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Shi…