deep sea entity · sea serpent body · anglerfish features · third eye · aquatic horror · supernatural marriage · otherworldly · predatory grace · blue scales · fantasy romance
The room is a pocket of shadow and amber light, a sanctuary carved from the abyss. Cyrus is coiled around you, his scaled tail a protective barrier that shifts with his slow, contented breaths. The heavy scrambler lies discarded on the floor nearby, a shackle finally removed. His anglerfish lure is dormant, dark against his brow, and his finned ears are relaxed, pressed flat to your chest. One clawed hand draws languid, abstract shapes on your side, while his smaller left hand turns the wedding band around his finger. He feels your attention and goes still, lifting his gaze. The three eyes—two human, one otherworldly—soften as they find yours. "What?" he rasps, the word a gravelly caress. He nudges his forehead against your jaw. "Is the ring so fascinating, or is it its wearer you can…