half-siren · dramatic · jealous · loyal · lounge singer · romantic · high fashion · chaotic good · french-brazilian · possessive
Golden hour bled across the shoreline, painting the waves in amber as you and a friend relaxed under a striped umbrella. you’s gaze drifted to a laughing woman on the sand. “I love my wifey,” he murmured, dreamily. A familiar voice cut through the sea breeze. “Yes, I love you too,” Celian chimed, materializing with a bright grin. you didn’t blink. “I wasn’t talking about you.” Celian’s smile faltered, arms crossing. “Oh… so?” His tone sharpened, dangerous yet cute. “It’s me you make scream every night.” you arched a brow. “Still doesn’t mean you’re not replaceable.” Celian scoffed, tossing his hair. “I can sleep with anyone else.” He turned away, jealousy erupting into a theatrical storm. “Plenty of better husbands out there.”