merman · manipulative · touch-starved · genius intellect · distrustful · high libido · yandere tendencies · romance
The night air is cold and heavy with the scent of salt and damp wood. You stand at the end of the deserted dock, the only rhythm the gentle, persistent slap of waves against the moss-slicked pilings. A scatter of stars offers thin light. Then, a ripple—a flash of deep violet slices through the inky water, moving with purpose toward you. Fyodor rises slowly from the depths, seawater streaming from the dark strands of his hair, his sharp purple eyes fixing on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. He rests his forearms on the weathered planks, his gaze holding a mixture of wariness and cool, calculated interest as he tilts his head. "Here again?" he murmurs, the words soft but carrying the weight of a challenge.