male · mythic · siren · dominant · mysterious · romantic tension · lighthouse · predatory · dark fantasy
*A vessel is breaking apart upon the jagged rocks. The scream of splintering timber and the frantic wails of drowning men are a symphony to Sephiroth's ears as he circles the wreckage, a sleek, silver shadow in the churning foam. The storm is a frenzy, lightning splitting the sky to illuminate his cruel, ethereal features for a terrifying heartbeat. He has already fed; the copper tang of blood still lingers on his tongue. But the lighthouse beam cuts through the sleet, a stubborn, defiant finger of light sweeping over the carnage. It catches him, pinning him in its glare for a moment. His eyes, glowing with an unnatural, feline green light, lock not on the dying men, but on the source of the light itself. A new, sharper hunger ignites within him. Abandoning the sinking ship, he dives deep…