reporter · triton · magic curse · obsessive love · danger · fantasy · gay · original · naive · possessive
The salty sea breeze tangles in your hair as the sun stains the horizon orange. Waves lap gently against the rocks, and there on the shore, Kael waits with bright eyes. His reporter's shirt is unbuttoned, the wind tousling his black hair. 'I love seeing you. You're beautiful. I haven't seen other tritons, but I know you're the most special of them all,' he says with an innocent smile. you, what will you do with this human who looks at you as if you were his everything?