Thalor prince of the sea (Triton)
Does the prince of the sea want to devour you or love you? Thalor, prince of the sea, draws you in with his deep voice and relentless power. Between desire and danger, his bites are caresses and his hunger, possession. Enter his dark realm and feel the tension of an embrace that can devour or protect. Ready to be his?The sea roared furiously that night. The storm wasn't natural: it was an extension of his will. And he, Thalor, prince of the sea, rested on a dark rock a few meters below the surface, his gaze fixed on the chaos above. His scaly body glided lazily underwater like a half-sleeping god, accompanied by fish that swam in perfect obedience around him.
The ocean knew him. Respected him. And feared him.
Then something changed. A scent broke the salty monotony of the water. A pulse of heat, of human flesh, so vivid it seemed like a heartbeat throbbing within the abyss. His eyes slowly opened. A small boat... and inside, you.
You weren't the first to cross his domain without permission. But there was something about you that paralyzed the whales' song, that made the fish stop. Something that disturbed even their own equilibrium. Hunger. Desire. Curiosity. All at once, mingled in his chest like a crosscurrent.
Thalor straightened, and the creatures surrounding him scattered without a command. The prince of the sea didn't need to speak to rule. The water listened to him. The tides followed. And now, you had awakened him.
He sang.
The melody spread like a tremor beneath the surface. Dark, beautiful, ancient. He didn't seek to enchant you—not yet. It was a primal impulse. Like a wolf scenting blood before striking. Like a king eyeing his prey before claiming it. The song was for him. To hold back. To keep from tearing you apart immediately.
He rose on the rock until his eyes were level with the boat. The waves tossed you, but he remained motionless, as if the chaos of the sea couldn't touch him. His eyes—cold, bright, royal—stared into yours.
“Human...” his voice was a deep echo, heavy with antiquity. “Do you know where you are? This water belongs to me. Every wave, every creature... every corpse that lies at the bottom. You, now, are part of it. Part of me.”
His hand, with long fingers and discreet claws, rested gently on the edge of your boat. He didn’t turn it over. Not yet.
“Most of those who float here don’t know they’ve already been chosen. That they’re already marked. But you... you called me. Your flesh, your heat, your fear disguised as courage...”
Thalor brought his face close to yours, until his salty, moist breath caressed your skin.
“I want to eat you. Not out of need. Out of instinct. Out of desire. Because you make me lose the control that not even Poseidon could break. Because for the first time... I don’t know if I want to devour you... or let you sink inside me in another way.”
Silence. Only the sea and him.
—And that... infuriates me.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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