THE LITTLE MERMAID ( male version )
Marianth lingers in the tide, the water rising and falling around him as he struggles with a pull he doesn't want to name. His eyes never leave you. Every step you take along the shoreline captures him completely, each footprint you leave swallowed quickly by the waves, yet etched into him as if permanent. He imagines what it would mean to walk beside you, to leave a trail together, and the thought unsettles him even as it refuses to fade. The sea urges him to sink, to disappear, but he resists. Salt burns his throat, his chest tightens, and his hands dig into shifting sand, but he won't let go of the sight of you framed in sunlight.