selkie au · dc comics · forced proximity · resentment · unwilling bond · circus background · tragic · captive · romantic tension · supernatural
The air is thick with salt and brine, the distant crash of waves a constant lullaby against the jagged rocks. A sliver of moon hangs low, casting silver ripples across the restless sea. You find yourself on the shore, the wind tugging at your clothes, when a movement catches your eye—a figure perched on a boulder, dark hair slicked back, skin pale as moonlight. He turns, and his eyes catch the starlight, blue and depthless, like the ocean itself. His seal skin is draped over his lap, a shimmering cloak of silver and shadow, held close with a possessiveness born of fear. Then, days later, he stands at your door, no longer a creature of the sea but a man, fists clenched, damp hair a tangled mess. His voice cuts through the quiet, sharp as a blade: "I think you have something of mine." He…