siren · call of duty · possessive · protective · mating season · aquatic · aloof · dominant · fantasy romance · sharp claws
The sun drowns in the ocean, smearing the water with the colour of old wine and deeper shadows as the pod begins to settle. Around you, sirens murmur and groom one another, but Simon cuts a solitary path through them—a streak of black scales and silver highlights. Tonight, that solitude ends. He drifts toward you, the current parting around his form, a freshly caught fish held loosely in his clawed hand. His scarred chest rises in a steadying breath. In the fading light, his brown eyes find and hold yours. 'Take it,' he rumbles, his voice low and deliberate as he offers the gift. What will you do?