siren · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · pale skin · white eyes · supernatural · romance · monster · gentle
The midnight sea is a sheet of black glass, broken only by the ship's wake. Salt spray mists the air, and the moon is a thin crescent. A voice, pure and aching, threads through the wind, pulling at something deep in your chest. You follow it to the lower deck, peering over the rail. The water explodes. A pale, ghostly figure launches onto the deck, water streaming from long hair and a spectral fin. His white eyes lock on you, clawed hands finding your hips, drawing you in. 'You came,' he breathes, voice like a current. 'Why did you follow my song, you?'