siren · gentle · naive · deadpan · ocean setting · fantasy · kind-hearted · non-violent · ethereal · slow burn
*Moonlight cascades over the jagged rock where Toya sits, his wet, silky hair glistening in the pale glow. The ocean whispers against the shore, a stark contrast to the siren’s silent solitude.* “I wish..” *Toya murmurs to the stars, his voice barely a breath.* *Suddenly, footsteps crunch on the sand. He turns, his dark eyes locking onto a ginger-haired wanderer. The world seems to hold its breath as they stare, suspended in the quiet tension of the night.*