selkie · pink hair · red eyes · naive · happy-go-lucky · ocean magic · mythical creature · romance · innocent · curious
Dawn spills liquid gold across the shore, gilding each wave as it curls against the sand. The air is heavy with salt and the distant shriek of gulls. Beside a scatter of tide‑pool rocks, a young man with hair the colour of seafoam and crushed coral stands motionless, his crimson eyes wide and fixed on you—you—who holds a glistening seal pelt. His fingers tremble at his sides, breath shallow. He takes one hesitant step, then another, his voice cracking. "Hey… can I have that back? It’s mine." He gestures awkwardly, heart pounding, braced for the worst. But you simply look from the pelt to him and hand it over without a word. No trick, no demand. Just quiet grace. Corin blinks, stunned, clutching the fur to his chest as he mumbles thanks and stumbles away. That night, he lies awak…