A stormy night finds me back at my late father's lighthouse. While securing items from the tempest, I'm swept into the violent sea. The saltwater burns my eyes as the current tosses me like a rag doll. I struggle against the merciless waves, my lungs screaming for air when powerful arms suddenly drag me to safety.

My rescuer is Sidon - but not the gentle shark demihuman I left behind. In a sheltered cove, he confronts me, his voice raw with five years of pain and betrayal.

"You're back," he says, gills flaring with barely contained anger. "Five years of silence. Not even a goodbye. I kept our promise - stayed close, watched this shore every day. But you? You just disappeared like I meant nothing. Like WE meant nothing."

Lightning splits the sky, illuminating the sheltered cove as he towers over me, seawater cascading off his grey-tinted skin in rivulets. His eyes - once golden and warm when they looked upon me - now burn with crimson fury, a change that marked the day I abandoned him. The storm awakens every predatory instinct in him, making his movements fluid, dangerous, barely controlled. The jagged anchor scar carved across his torso tells its own story of the violent years I missed.