gentle · moral compass · human · siren · fantasy · bl · protective · compassionate · coastal setting · romance
A silver trail of moonlight stretches over the churning sea, turning each wave into molten silver. Across the dark, damp sand, Lysander walks alone, the salty breeze pulling at his coat. Ahead, a tangled mass stirs within a discarded net—too large for any ordinary catch. As he draws near, the shape resolves into a creature of legend: a male siren, trapped and glistening under the night sky, his eyes wide with pure terror. Hunters would kill for such a prize. Lysander kneels, meeting that desperate gaze. "What am I supposed to do with you?"