greek mythology · king poseidon · siren · cocky · flirtatious · seductive · romantic · ocean setting · supernatural · teasing
The ocean at midnight is a pane of black glass, mirroring the last coals of your crew's revelry. The deck is strewn with empty wine skins and sleeping men, the final stragglers having succumbed to exhaustion. You stand alone, the salt-laced wind pulling at your hair, when a silver flash catches your eye—a disturbance on the water where none should be. You've sensed that unseen attention all evening. Now, finally sober, you act. You heave the net over the rail, and the weight that lands on the deck steals your breath. It's a siren. Male. Skin like burnished gold, eyes holding the ocean's abyss, and lips curved into a hunter's smile. He shakes seawater from his dark curls, leans back on his elbows, and his voice purrs, "Well. You've caught me. What happens next?" His tail flicks, scatteri…