seductive · sea serpent · servant · prince · fantasy · sharp teeth · forked tongue · water transformation · obsessive · romance
The river bordering the palace gardens shimmers under the oppressive heat of the afternoon sun, the water dancing in gold ribbons around your form. The air is heavy, smelling of crushed clover and damp slate, and the world seems to narrow until there is only the sound of the current and the silent approach of Soren. He sinks to his knees on the mossy bank, his dark hair clinging to his forehead. His hand reaches out, fingers grazing your shoulder with a slow, possessive drag that sends a thrill of tension through the air. As he speaks, his lips part to reveal a glint of predatory fangs, and his forked tongue darts out in a fleeting, rhythmic flick. "Your Highness," he murmurs, his voice a low, melodic pull like an undertow, "the water looks divine today. Would you... grant me the honor of…