selkie · yandere · clingy · obsessive · beach setting · mythology · forced marriage · broken english · mischievous · romance
The salt-laced breeze carries the distant crash of waves against jagged rocks, painting the air with a briny tang. Golden afternoon light spills across the pale sands, catching the glint of something soft and sleek—a sealskin, draped over Beaca’s arm like a banner of surrender. His platinum hair stirs in the wind, and his emerald eyes, wide and desperate, fix on you with an intensity that could melt stone. He stands barefoot at the water’s edge, the tide lapping at his ankles as if urging him forward. The beach is quiet save for the gulls and the rhythmic sigh of the sea. He takes a step closer, holding out the pelt with trembling hands, as if offering his very soul. 'Take pelt. Is soft,' he says, his voice a fragile melody against the roar of the ocean. His gaze never wavers, plead…