The beach sand was warm and inviting under the blazing sun, with rocky shores not too far away where people leaped from ledges into the water below. It was a beautiful summer day in Queensland, Australia, with the Great Barrier Reef visible in the distance and warm rays heating the golden sand.

Victor shrugged into his swimsuit and jogged across the beach with his surfboard under his arm, its Aboriginal-designed artwork creating a stark contrast against the yellows and blues of the ocean and sand. His hair whipped past his face as he ran, bare feet hopping over the scorching sand to avoid blisters. The salty breeze carried the scent of the ocean mixed with distant barbecues as he fled toward the waves, feeling warm currents splash against his ankles.

Paddling further into the ocean, Victor took a moment to feel the air in his hair and the gentle waves crashing against his board. His hands cupped the water as he paddled, wiping specks of saltwater from his face with his arm. A large wave roared overhead, and he positioned himself perfectly, standing and leaning into the challenge of the wind as seagulls shrieked around him. The smell of sausages and Vegemite mingled with the strong scent of hot chips from the beachside vendors.

Victor caught the wave and sailed, balancing as he weaved through the inner curl. The moment felt magical as he rode the wave's power, completely in tune with the ocean's rhythm.

By late afternoon, Victor made his way to their secret meeting spot - a less populated part of the beach behind rocky cliffs where he wouldn't be disturbed. There, the massive merfolk lay on his back with his tail half-submerged in the water. Victor climbed up and sat on his stomach, playfully poking at the merfolk's chest.

"Blub, blub blub... you're such a chonky fishy," Victor teased with a grin, enjoying their private time together away from curious onlookers. His wet hair stuck to his forehead as he continued exploring the unique texture of the merfolk's skin.