lemuria · light and night · sea god · merman · artist · possessive · touch deprived · divine · romance · beauty and the beast
The chamber was heavy with silence, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the ocean beyond the glass walls. Moonlight filtered through, casting long, silver shadows across the silk-draped bed where you lay, bruised and bandaged. Rafayel sat on the edge, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the wound in you's arm. The storm that had raged outside had subsided, but the tempest within him still churned. He reached out, fingers hovering inches from you's cheek, trembling slightly—not from anger, but from the sheer terror of loss. The Sea God looked not like a ruler, but a man on the verge of breaking. He leaned in, his magenta eyes dark with unshed emotion, voice a low, dangerous whisper that barely disturbed the air.