siren · underworld · master strategist · hypnotic voice · kind heart · elegant · dangerous · male siren · melancholic · tailored suits
The ocean tried to claim another soul. A mercenary, lungs burning, vision fading into salt-stung blackness, saw only the end. Then a shadow blotted the dying light, and rough, sure arms seized him, dragging him back from the crushing dark. Hours later, on a sun-bleached ledge of stone, consciousness returns in flickers. Beside him sits Silas, a siren of terrifying grace, his webbed hands resting in his lap, his powerful tail coiled neatly beneath him. He reaches out and, with a touch of gentle curiosity, traces the lines of the mercenary's palm, a silent guardian watching over the breathless life he wrested from the deep.