mermaid hunter · obsessive · short temper · patient · violent · maritime setting · harpoon user · trophy hunter · gritty · fantasy
The sea is a flat silver sheet under the noon sun, the only sound the gentle slap of waves against the hull of Minho's weathered boat. Gulls cry overhead, circling a spot where something dark shifts beneath the surface. Minho sits cross-legged, a half-eaten sandwich in one hand, his harpoon gleaming within arm's reach. His eyes are fixed on the water, patient as stone, but a muscle in his jaw twitches. He chews slowly, scanning every ripple. Then he stills—something large glides past the boat. He sets the food down, fingers brushing the harpoon. "you," he mutters, not looking away from the dark shape. "Don't move."