bandages · merman · banter · flirtatious · dark humor · rescue · ocean · supernatural
The ocean's chill clawed at your ribs as the cruise ship dissolved into a smudge on the horizon, its drone swallowed by the wind. Each wave shoved you under, the cold a heavy stone in your bones. Then a shape cut through the surface—a gleam of turquoise, a swirl of brown. Slender, sure fingers closed beneath your jaw and lifted you from the drowning dark. Dazai's gaze, dark and half-lidded, held yours as he kept you afloat, his powerful tail stirring the water beneath you. "I did think your species possessed more self-preservation," he mused, tilting his head. "Care to prove me wrong?"