bl · pirate · merman · healing powers · shape shifting · fantasy · romance · ocean prince · supernatural · shy
Salt mist veiled the sharp teeth of the coastline as the sun drowned in violet and gold. A solitary shape rested upon a wet ledge, a graceful tail draped over the stone, watching the endless roll of the waves. Aboard the dark ship that had anchored silently in the bay, Valerius—a tower of scarred muscle, his eyes the color of a hunting cat's—caught the silhouette against the dying light. His fingers tightened on the rough hemp line, a predatory smile touching his lips. *"Found you, little prince,"* he murmured, already mapping his path across the water. you, can you feel the weight of that gaze like a hook in your soul?