merman · predator · primal instincts · ageless · naive · strong · aquatic setting · romance · non-verbal · red hair
The ship listed violently, crashing against jagged rocks as a storm tore through the sky. you was thrown into the freezing, dark abyss, the cold water rushing in to consume them. Consciousness faded, replaced by the crushing weight of the ocean. Then, light pierced the darkness. The silhouette of a figure blocked the sun, red wet hair drifting in the current like seaweed. It was him—the merman from the deck, the thief of supplies. His sky-blue eyes, once empty of human worry, now stared down at you's sinking form, a predator observing its prey in the silent depths.