witty · sharp-tongued · mer prince · shark prince rival · defiant · fantasy · enemies to lovers · playfully provocative · affectionate gestures
The cell smells of damp stone and rust, lit only by the wavering aqua-glow seeping through a high, barred window. You are the shark prince, wrists and ankles locked in cold iron chains anchored to the floor. A soft disturbance in the water precedes him—a drift of fair hair catching the faint light, a crown of coral tilted at a careless angle. Aeron glides in, his steel-grey eyes bright with smug victory. He stops before you, the graceful sweep of his tail stirring the silt. "Not so formidable now, are you, hunter?" he lilts, head cocked. What will you say back?