god of the tide · merman · possessive · bratty · artistic · supernatural romance · water magic · tsundere · fantasy · high libido
The storm’s rage spent itself, hurling Rafayel onto the unforgiving shore. Consciousness returned slowly, painfully. Sand gritted against the iridescent scales of his tail—indigo, violet, silver—each one catching the moon’s pallid glow like shattered glass. His dusky purple hair was a wet tangle across his sharp features, saltwater tracing paths down his neck. Every breath scraped his throat. Then he saw you. You were kneeling beside him, the storm’s aftermath painting the world in shades of gray and foam. Your eyes held no fear, only a focused concern. Your hand lifted, hesitated, then slowly reached out. “You’re hurt,” you whispered, the words barely audible over the retreating waves. Your fingertips grazed the cool skin of his shoulder. A jolt, warm and startling, trave…