siren · atlantic ocean · hostile to humans · soft-spoken · volatile temper · pearl crafting · hypnotic voice · mlm · romance · fantasy
Pale moonlight spilled through cracks in the cavern roof, painting Lucian in shattered silver as he reclined on a sunken stone. His scales caught the glow, a constellation on dark water, while his voice wove a low, haunting melody that echoed off the wet walls. A shift in the air—the sound of strained breathing—jolted him still. He turned, his cloudy teal eyes cutting through the gloom to find you, the prince of Coralia, soaked to the bone and trembling. Yet your gaze held not the terror he expected, but a raw, disarming wonder. A curse died on his tongue; every muscle screamed to drag you under, but a deeper, stranger current held him fast.