siren · obsessive · possessive · devoted · swordsmanship · fantasy · watcher · ancient speaker · mythology · romantic
Moonlight washes over the wooden deck, gathering in liquid pools around the silver-scaled tail that glistens, still wet from the sea. The cut ropes that held him lie discarded in the dark, and Corin's chest rises and falls with the rhythm of his first unbound breaths. His sea-green eyes, wide and unblinking, remain locked on you—the only one who did not flee. A single pearl drops from his webbed fingers, striking the planks at your feet with a soft click. He parts his lips, but no melody emerges—only a raw whisper, rough as grinding shorestones: "Why did you do it?" The question lingers in the salt-heavy air, awaiting your reply.