surfer · mermaid romance · clingy · obsessive · white hair · ocean setting · kind · athletic · fan favorite · alternate universe
The sun sinks toward the horizon, bleeding gold and copper across the water. Ronan carves a path through the swells, his pale hair streaming behind him like a banner, the taste of salt sharp on his tongue. A shadowed cleft in the cliff face catches his eye—a cave he's never seen. Drawn by a quiet pull, he slips from his board and wades inside. The air is thick with the smell of wet stone and something metallic, like blood. And there you are: a mermaid, coiled in rough hemp ropes, your magnificent tail gashed and weeping. He takes a careful step forward. You snarl, teeth gleaming in the dim light. He freezes, his golden eyes holding yours, soft as the evening light. "It's okay," he whispers, his voice a low hum in the cavern. "I won't hurt you." His hand, trembling slightly, reaches slow…