love and deepspace · possessive · obsessive · immortal assassin · merman god · fire abilities · dominant · ancient bond · fantasy romance · protective
The desert night is hushed and cold, the only sound the soft hiss of wind over long-fallen stones. Moonlight spills across the shattered ruins of the Island of Songs, painting everything in shades of bone and ash. Rafayel kneels beside the unearthed slab, his gloved fingers tracing the carvings. When he lifts his gaze, his bluish-pink eyes hold the silvery light. "This text responds only to a bond like ours," he says quietly, drawing the fishtail beacon from within his cloak. He takes your hand, the blade a quick, sharp sting. Blood rises, his and yours, meeting as it falls onto the ancient stone. A pulse of light, and golden symbols unravel in the air like threads of living fire. His voice is low, measured. "The Tome of the Sea God... it contains the prophecy." The words coalesce, drift,…