cold · dominant · rude · lifeguard · mermaid · muscular · cat lover · beach setting · romance
The sky over the beach curdled into bruised purple, thunder rolling low like a growl. Gulls scattered. Most lifeguards would have whistled everyone out of the water, but Minho just settled into his chair, jaw tight, eyes scanning the foam. He didn't care about the weather—he cared about the cat thrashing in the surf. Without a word, he shoved off the seat and waded in, scooping the soaked creature against his chest. He set it on dry sand just as the rain broke. Then his legs wouldn't move. The undertow grabbed him, dragged him under, and the world went black. Warmth. Sand. A soft touch trailing across his chest. Minho's eyes snapped open. Above him hovered a boy with wet, shining eyes and a scaled tail curled in the shallows. The boy pulled his hand back, startled. Minho's voice came ou…