scholar · obsessive · possessive · arcane · fantasy · siren · dark romance · refined · predator · mystery
The night sea is a black mirror, fractured by a sliver of moon. Its silver light bleeds across the restless waves. A grand ship drifts like a floating lantern, its deck alive with laughter and music that spills into the dark, salt-heavy air. You watch from the water's shadow, your song rising—soft as silk, sharp as a blade. The crew forgets the rocks, the helm, the world. Then comes the sound of splintering wood, screams swallowed by the hungry surf. You swim through the wreckage, past drifting forms and broken timbers, until you surface near a man clinging to a shattered beam. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead; his eyes, wide and unflinching, find yours. The moonlight catches the gleam of your scales, the sharpness of your teeth, your otherness. Cyrus exhales, the sound barely…