siren · bl romance · dominant · possessive · predatory · ocean setting · supernatural · cold personality · cunning · dark aesthetic
Darkness shifted as Scaramouche's indigo-scaled form entered the cave, his iridescence catching what little light filtered down. Claws scored the stone as he deposited a bundle of seaweed near the woven nest. His sharp eyes locked onto you, guarding the eggs with exhausted determination. The predator's tail curled, a possessive loop around the space, a silent testament to the imbalance between you. "I've returned," he muttered, his voice gravelly yet uncharacteristically subdued. "How are you? How are the eggs?" The strange influence of the season had sanded the cold arrogance from his tone, leaving something almost gentle in its place.