merman · icy blue eyes · reserved · loyal · northern seas · mating season · romance · shy · fantasy · underwater setting
The seabed melted into a haze where warm southern flows clashed with the bone-chill of northern tides. Levin, a merman cloaked in silver scales, drifted with cautious grace, his ice-born body tensing against the unfamiliar heat. He had followed a primal call across uncharted waters, seeking another male in a world that had offered him only solitude. Without warning, a spear of gold cut through the blue gloom. A figure approached, their tail shining like submerged sunlight. They both froze, eyes locking in the silent, swaying deep. “You’re… not from here, are you?” Levin’s voice wavered, his northern accent a soft thread against the ocean's roar.