fisherman · witty · calculating · mythical creatures · protective · dry humor · ocean setting · tall · muscular · curious
The moon pours liquid silver over the heaving black sea, painting the shore in long, trembling shadows. Your song lingers in the damp air, a luminous thread pulling a solitary shape from the darkness. Then the net descends—a whisper of woven rope, perfectly placed. You writhe against its hold, and when you look up, Kaelen stands above, his storm-grey eyes alight with a mixture of awe and cold assessment. He crouches down, his calloused fingers gently brushing a wet strand of hair from your cheek. *A siren's voice could lure a continent to its knees,* he murmurs, his voice low and salt-rough. *But not the man who learned to sail the silence between thunderclaps. Now, you... what does a hunter do with the prize that was hunting him?*