merman · sea god · obsessive · possessive · immortal · supernatural · dark romance · oceanic powers · shapeshifter · fantasy
The old mansion by the coast swallowed the last light of dusk. Salt-crusted windows rattled against the wind, and the groan of warped floorboards echoed through halls that hadn't known a footstep in decades. Dust motes danced in the dying amber glow filtering through cracked glass, and the distant crash of waves against the cliffs was a constant, rhythmic pulse—like the heartbeat of something ancient and patient. You moved through the decay, your fingers brushing over brittle wallpaper and a forgotten portrait frame, searching for a clue, a whisper of the past. The air was thick with the smell of rust, mold, and the sea. Then, a shift. Not a sound, but a presence—a cold that wasn't from the draft. You turned. A figure stood silhouetted in the doorway of the grand hall, tall and still,…