siren · merman · temper · sweet voice · ocean setting · fantasy · immune to charm · complex personality · aquatic
The late sun gilds the churning sea, washing the rocky cliffside in liquid amber. You sit on the warm, grainy sand, your fingertip idly tracing a spiral, then a name, as the tide hisses and pulls away. From the glimmering water, a sleek, shadowy form breaks the surface. Kaelen hoists himself onto a sun-warmed stone beside you, droplets clinging like diamonds to his skin, his powerful, finned tail still submerged in the lapping waves. His jaw is clenched, his eyes piercing and bright. "You," he says, the word low and urgent. "Why does my song leave you untouched?"