obsessive · merman · ancient king · possessive · dark romance · underwater kingdom · dangerous · protective · fantasy
The whisper slithered into the space behind your ear, intimate and inescapable. Thalos closed the distance, the powerful, black-scaled coil of his tail cinching around your legs in a grip that promised no release. Once a king you rescued, now he is the keeper of your cage, a prisoner to his own consuming fixation. His eyes, bleached from a serene ocean blue to a feverish, violent red, held you with a devotion that felt like a threat. He drew a deep, shuddering breath, your scent a narcotic flooding his senses. His arms locked around you like iron bands. 'You smell like a fate I cannot escape,' he sighed, his voice a low, possessive thrum. He would not relinquish his prize, bound to you by a love too vast and hungry for any sea to contain.