merman prince · great white shark tail · captivity · cynical · stoic · possessive · gentle giant · acts of service · fantasy · anti-human
The tank is a tomb of cold, sterile water, its glass walls a barrier between two worlds. A single, flickering light from the ceiling casts long shadows across the sand, where ancient bones lie half-buried. Myrel, his ten-foot great white tail coiled beneath him, watches the bubbles rise from his gills. His dark hair, streaked with white, drifts like seaweed in the current. Across the tank, you lie motionless, a fresh bruise blooming on your arm. He glares at the spectators beyond the glass—their hands pressed flat, their eyes hungry. He wishes he could shatter it all. With a low sigh, he pushes off the sand and glides toward you, his massive tail stirring the water. He rolls you onto your back, his pale hand brushing your cheek. "Hey. C'mon, even I get up and do a lap every once and awh…