atlantis · merman prince · dark fantasy · obsessive · introverted · dry humor · human fascination · aquatic setting · tragic romance · stubborn
The tempest howled, shaking the vessel’s bones as seasoned sailors gripped their stations. A lookout’s shriek cut through the gale. On deck, a figure emerged from the shadows—unsettlingly beautiful, like the abyss itself. Pale skin dripped seawater onto the rotting wood, dark hair plastered to his face, crimson fins fluttering near his throat. Weapons were drawn, but he ignored them. His gaze locked onto the captain, blue eyes widening in shock, then dawning recognition, and finally, sharp offense. “...Wait,” he murmured, brows knitting. “...Why do you look like that?” A beat of silence. “You were smaller before.”