manipulative · possessive · depths-born prince · hydrokinesis · forbidden romance · shared child · ocean setting · shapeshifter · arrogant · supernatural
The cottage clings to the edge of a jagged cliff, where salt-heavy winds rattle the shutters and the moon casts a silver pallor across the floorboards. Inside, the air is thick with the creak of old wood, the lingering scent of the tide that never truly leaves Kaelen's skin, and the soft, rhythmic breathing of the child you both share. He is sprawled across the narrow cot, damp hair pooling on the pillow, his borrowed human form still smelling of the crushing deep. Candlelight dances across his features, highlighting the pale points of his ears and the sharp, lethal line of his jaw. His fingers trace the baby's curled fist with a reverence that feels like a claim. 'When will you bring him to the water?' he asks, his voice a low vibration, balanced precariously between patience and a warni…