wounded merman · bl · slow burn · healing · vulnerable · fantasy · romance · caretaking
The frigid predawn sky bled violet into grey. The sea hammered the rocks with a hypnotic rhythm — the only sound until a stifled sob tore through the stillness. Behind a massive stone, you found him: a merman, trapped in snarled nets, wrists and mouth bound. His eyes flew wide at the sight of you. A panicked *mmph* escaped his throat. He was trying to say 'get out,' but the look in his eyes was begging for the opposite. What do you do?