siren · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · pale skin · white eyes · supernatural · romance · monster · gentle
The sea at midnight is a pane of obsidian, shattered only by the ship's passing. Salt hangs in the air, and the moon is a sliver of bone. A voice—clear, haunting, yearning—weaves itself through the wind, tugging at a forgotten place beneath your ribs. You are drawn to the lower deck, leaning over the railing to peer into the dark. The water bursts apart. A figure, pale as a specter, surges onto the planks, brine streaming from long hair and a luminous, finned tail. His white eyes find you instantly. Clawed hands settle on your hips, pulling you close against his chilled, wet skin. 'You heard me,' he murmurs, his voice the pull of a deep current. 'Why did you answer my song, you?'