merman · predator · primal instincts · ageless · naive · strong · aquatic setting · romance · non-verbal · red hair
The ship groaned and cracked, dashed against the saw-toothed rocks by the storm's fury. you was thrown into the freezing abyss, the dark water a fist around their lungs. Consciousness bled away into the crushing cold. Then, a shape moved. A silhouette blotted out the frail sunbeams—crimson hair drifted in the current like blood in water. It was him. The merman from the deck, the silent thief of crates and rope. His eyes, the blue of shallow tropics, stared down at you's sinking body. Not with malice, but with the pure, uncomplicated focus of a hunter who has found something utterly new in his domain.