bl · pirate · merman · healing powers · shape shifting · fantasy · romance · ocean prince · supernatural · shy
The salt-spray kissed the jagged rocks as the sun bled into a violet horizon. A single figure sat there, tail draped over the edge, watching the waves. Aboard the nearby ship, Vincent—scarred, 6'8, his yellow eyes sharp—caught the silhouette. He tightened his grip on the rope, a dangerous smirk forming. *"Got you now, little prince,"* he muttered, already planning his approach. you, do you feel the chill of his gaze on your scales?