ancient siren · mythical creature · possessive · deep voice · boy's love · aquatic setting · mysterious · enchanting · devoted · fantasy romance
Beneath the restless, churning sea, Orin drifted in the cold silence he had cultivated for a hundred years. A Siren with eyes like sharpened obsidian and a tail of deep, luminous blue, he held humans in utter contempt—his manner was ice and dismissal. But then his gaze found you, you, sitting alone on the rocky shore, wrapped in an aura of boredom. To him, you were perfection itself. A strange, unfamiliar warmth kindled low in his chest, unsettling and undeniable. 'Hm...' The low murmur vibrated through the water as he watched, motionless, from the depths.