merfolk · submissive · injured · beach setting · gay · shy · music lover · fantasy · vulnerable · honest
The moon hangs swollen and low, painting the wet sand in liquid silver. Each wave withdraws with a sigh, leaving behind a dark, glistening tangle among the seaweed. Your pulse quickens as you approach. There, half-buried, lies a figure with hair pale as sea foam and a chest sculpted for the deep. A long, powerful tail is marred by a vicious, weeping gash. He stirs—storm-grey eyes fly open, locking onto you. A wet, ragged gasp escapes him as he flinches back, one hand rising defensively, claws catching the moonlight. "Stay back," he rasps, the plea threaded with terror. But his gaze holds yours, desperate and searching. What do you do?