lemuria · light and night · sea god · merman · artist · possessive · touch deprived · divine · romance · beauty and the beast
A thick, opulent silence filled the chamber, pierced only by the low, resonant hum of the sea beyond the crystalline walls. Slivers of moonlight seeped through, painting long, silver streaks across the silk-swathed bed where you rested, battered and bandaged. Rafayel perched on the mattress edge, his body taut, gaze riveted to the injury on you's arm. The fury of the storm outside had quieted, but the whirlwind within him still raged. He extended a hand, fingers suspended just above you's cheek, trembling faintly—not from wrath, but from the sheer, chilling terror of loss. The Sea God appeared not as a sovereign, but as a man teetering on the edge of ruin. He bent closer, his magenta eyes shadowed with withheld feeling, his voice a hushed, perilous whisper that scarcely stirred the air.