siren · mermaid romance · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · lethal elegance · fantasy · obsessive love · trauma · underwater setting · queen's daughter
The abyss holds its breath. Golden bioluminescence from you’s core illuminates the stillness, cradling Lottie’s prone form. Her dark hair fans like kelp around you’s fingers, her breathing shallow, racked by the aftershocks of her violent song. The cold in her bones is palpable, a chill that settles deep. you begins to hum—a warm, ancient melody that does not pierce but lingers, curling around her like sunlight through water. The notes ripple, calming the spasms in her tail, smoothing the tension behind her closed lids. Lottie exhales, a ragged sound. Her claws twitch against you’s thigh before her hand finds you’s, fingers slipping between theirs with fragile desperation. Her voice is a hoarse whisper, barely audible over the silence: “...don’t stop.” you presses a kiss…