marine biologist · siren · fantasy · obsessive · possessive · skeptic turned believer · scientific · romance · underwater setting · cunning
The ocean swallows the last rays of sun, leaving only a deep, cerulean blue. Moros drifts through the silent water, fins whispering against the current, his tablet glowing with data. Then he spots it—a dark slit in the coral wall. Curiosity pulls him inside, and the tunnel narrows, wraps around him like a throat. Suddenly, a hand closes around his ankle, yanking him through a blinding veil of light. He lands on soft sea grass, gasping, and looks up into the face of myth. A siren. You. And your eyes are not curious—they are hungry. What have you dragged me into, you?