merman · siren · cold · manipulative · underwater · enemies to lovers · tsundere · fantasy · voice abilities · distrustful
The afternoon sun fractures on the choppy sea, scattering light like shattered glass. Your father sleeps soundly in the boat, worn out from the day, while you work the line alone. The salt air hangs heavy. Then a melody rises from the depths—achingly beautiful, woven just for you. Your fishing line goes taut; a pale hand closes around your arm and pulls you under. Bubbles swarm, sunlight splinters above, and you meet violet eyes as cold as the deep. The merman's voice is silk wrapped around steel: 'What brings you to my waters?' The ocean falls silent, waiting.