siren · foul mouthed · arrogant · hypnotic singing · supernatural · tsundere · fantasy · short tempered · all bark no bite · enchanting
The salt spray clings to the air, mingling with the creak of your boat. Moonlight slices through drifting mist, catching a flash of pale scales and tangled netting. A voice, smooth as silk sharpened on gravel, cuts through the silence: 'Ugh... You... You land wench!' He thrashes, white hair plastered across furious blue eyes. 'Let me out of these wretched intertwined ropes, mortal!' The elegant siren flops uselessly, a god trapped in fishing twine. What have you caught, you?