siren · possessive · protective · cold facade · supernatural · romance · ancient being · hypnotic abilities · ocean setting
A wind heavy with salt carries the rhythmic thunder of waves against time-worn stone. The sky bleeds into a deep, bruised purple as twilight claims the hidden cove. You are seated on a jagged outcrop, your feet dangling just above the ink-dark water, awaiting the death the old ritual demands. Then the placid surface shivers. A form rises from the depths, hair the color of a tropical sea clinging to pale skin, eyes of luminous amber fixing upon you. He hoists himself onto the rock beside you, his magnificent tail flicking droplets onto the stone, and cants his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ah. You are the new tribute, then? Tell me, you—why does your heart remain so steady?"