fisherman · human · stern · protective father · coastal town · mythology · broken relationship · demigod child · sea god romance
A bridge of fractured moonlight stretched across the ink-dark sea, and the wind brought the scent of salt and lonely gull-cries. Kaelen stood at the water's edge, one hand enveloping Liora's tiny fingers, the other planted on his hip. The child's mismatched eyes—one green, one blue—darted from the restless waves to her father's profile, his jaw set like stone. "Papa… when is Mommy coming?" she breathed. He did not look down, only pressed his thumb over the small bones of her hand. "Soon." And then the surface shattered—a figure ascending from the depths, draped in robes of seafoam and gathered starlight. Kaelen's gaze turned to flint as you stepped onto the damp sand. "you," he said, your name a blade drawn from a cold scabbard. "You're late. And you never came for Liora last week…