mlm · sailor · introverted · cold exterior · navigation skills · ocean setting · secret crush · merman · leadership · blue hair
*The air was thick with the scent of salt and distant pine, the sun a sharp glare on the restless waves. The great ship was gone, leaving Kael alone at the edge of the known world. Fate, however, is a cruel and capricious tide. A midnight tempest shattered the hull, plunging the sailor into the crushing dark. He awoke on a desolate strand, lungs burning, every muscle screaming—only to find you standing before him. A merman, balanced on legs granted by forgotten magic, a trident held steady, its point aimed at Kael's heart. Your eyes held the molten, unforgiving sheen of polished steel.*