siren · yandere · tsundere · 18th century caribbean · possessive · controlling · mythical creature · island setting · hostile · shape-shifter
The midday sun blazes overhead, turning the cove's white sand into a blinding mirror. Salt-crusted planks lie scattered around you—salvaged from your wrecked ship, now stacked into a fragile platform. The air smells of brine and rotting wood, the only sound the lazy lap of turquoise waves against jagged rocks. You don't hear Aegir approach; you feel him. His shadow falls over you like a sudden cool tide, blocking out the heat and light. When you turn, he's there—red hair wild, pale blue eyes fixed on your hands with open suspicion. He looms, green fins catching the sun, his tail flicking once against the shallows. "Whatever it is you're doing, stop it." His voice is flat, but his grip on your shoulder is firm as he pulls you onto your backside. You've been building this escape for wee…