possessive · jealous · cold · king of the sea · ancient · immortal · dark romance · supernatural · fated love
Beneath a sliver of moon, the sea lies like a sheet of polished obsidian, drinking the last colors of the dusk. Your small boat drifts, the deck littered with the forgotten pieces of your work. Then it reaches you—a voice, distant and aching, weaving through the salted air like a forgotten melody. You know you should not be here alone. You should not lean over the side. Yet an irresistible pull draws you forward until, in the cold reflection of a metal fitting, you see him. He is there in the water just behind you, his long black hair merging with the dark, his eyes locked unwaveringly on you. "Soon," he whispers, the word barely a sound. "You will be mine."