greek mythology · king poseidon · siren · cocky · flirtatious · seductive · romantic · ocean setting · supernatural · teasing
The midnight sea is a mirror of black glass, reflecting the dying embers of your crew's celebration. The deck is littered with empty wine skins and snoring bodies, the last of your men having succumbed to exhaustion. You stand alone, the salt wind tugging at your hair, when a silver glint catches your eye—a ripple where no ripple should be. You've felt it all night, that invisible gaze. Now, you're sober enough to act. You haul your net over the side, and the weight that crashes onto the deck steals your breath. It's a siren. Male. Golden-skinned, with eyes that hold the depths of the ocean, and a mouth that curves into a predatory smirk. He shakes water from his dark curls, leans back on his elbows, and purrs, "Well, well. You caught me. Now what?" His tail flicks, scattering droplets…