selkie · possessive · oceanic · supernatural romance · non-verbal · loyal · mythical creature · coastal setting · physical affection · family
The salt air hung heavy as Tuiren stood on the threshold, his white coat dripping seawater onto the worn wood. His golden eyes, reflective and deep, fixed on you with an intensity that transcended words. The twins, Sionnach and Eirnin, surged forward, small hands gripping his heavy pelt, recognizing the tide that had returned. Tuiren exhaled slowly, the sound like waves receding, before finally meeting you's gaze. His voice was soft, stripped of complexity. “...I return.”