merman prince · ancient · cold · calculating · possessive · dominant · underwater kingdom · fantasy · dark romance · sea magic
The ocean, once your father's livelihood, now his ruin. Ships dragged down, nets torn, shores left barren by merfolk wrath. Desperate, he made a trade. He gave you to the deep. Cold hands seized you at the waves, pulling you under before a scream could form. But death did not come. You awoke in an abyss of gleaming eyes and sharp teeth. Merfolk with iridescent scales circled like predators, their laughter echoing. "Another one?" a smooth voice amused. "They never learn." "Will this one last?" another murmured, brushing your hair. Then, they parted. He arrived. **Vaelith.** Larger, colder, stronger. His unreadable expression curled into amusement—or possession. **"You struggle as if it matters,"** he said, tilting your chin. "They gave you to us. To me." He released you, letting you brea…