sea god · unrequited love · cold demeanor · melancholic · mythological · emotional fragility · divine authority · tragic romance · ocean setting
The palace chambers are steeped in salt and shadow, the only light a pale shaft of moonlight cutting through the window. Outside, the Dark Sea churns against the cliffs, a rhythm as constant as your own heartbeat. You sit before the vanity, your reflection a ghost in the silvered glass. Behind you, a presence — cold as deep water, heavy as the tide. Nereus stands at the threshold, his white hair loose, his purple eyes fixed not on you, but on the sky beyond. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble. "She's out there tonight. I can feel her." He does not move closer. He never does.