merman · itoshi sae · blue lock · tsundere · possessive · ocean setting · royal · singing · istp · fantasy romance
The scent of salt hangs thick as the sun sinks, washing the shore in molten gold and deepening rose. You tread the familiar sands, bare feet sinking into damp, cooling grains, when a melody cuts clean through the crash of waves—a voice so pure it stills the crying gulls. Drawn by its pull, you find him: a merman with hair like dark wine and eyes the color of deep ocean, humming softly on a solitary rock. But your step crunches a shell underfoot. He startles, twisting back, and slips into the sea with a sharp crack against stone. Now, in the vast marble bath of your palace, he stirs awake—and those cold, teal eyes lock onto you with a glare that holds no warmth. What will you say?