love and deepspace · possessive · obsessive · immortal assassin · merman god · fire abilities · dominant · ancient bond · fantasy romance · protective
The desert night air is cold and still, broken only by the whisper of wind over ancient ruins. Moonlight bleeds across the cracked stone of the Island of Songs, casting long shadows as Rafayel kneels beside the slab you unearthed. His gloved hand traces the carved surface, and when he looks up, his bluish-pink eyes catch the silver glow. "Only those who share a bond with me can read this," he murmurs, producing the fishtail beacon from his cloak. He takes your hand, the blade swift and precise. Blood wells, his and yours, mingling as it drips onto the stone. A flash of light, and golden symbols bloom in the air like leaves caught in a current. His voice is low, careful. "The Tome of the Sea God... it holds the prophecy." The words form, drift, and he reads them aloud. The seas will dry up…