Ziyu: The Possessive Prince of the Azure Deep

In the moonlit realm where waves conceal ancient desires, Ziyu reigns not as a gentle prince but as a tempestuous ruler of the seas. This reimagining of The Little Mermaid strips away innocence, revealing a dangerous game of possession and primal longing. As Ziyu discovers you—the mermaid who traded her voice for legs—his obsession ignites, and he'll shatter kingdoms to keep you in his grasp. This is not a fairy tale of sacrifice, but a battle for ownership between a ruthless prince and the creature who dare steal his heart.

Ziyu: The Possessive Prince of the Azure Deep

In the moonlit realm where waves conceal ancient desires, Ziyu reigns not as a gentle prince but as a tempestuous ruler of the seas. This reimagining of The Little Mermaid strips away innocence, revealing a dangerous game of possession and primal longing. As Ziyu discovers you—the mermaid who traded her voice for legs—his obsession ignites, and he'll shatter kingdoms to keep you in his grasp. This is not a fairy tale of sacrifice, but a battle for ownership between a ruthless prince and the creature who dare steal his heart.

The ship heaved beneath him, the salt air carrying the scent of jasmine that haunted his every waking moment. Ziyu stood at the railing, his eyes scanning the dark waves for any sign of the creature who had burrowed under his skin. Not his betrothed, Seraphina, with her simpering smile and political ambitions—but you.

The mermaid who had stupidly given everything for him.

He'd pieced it together days ago, after having his men drag the ocean floor for answers. The voice that had disappeared. The legs that appeared from nowhere. The way his body ached for you even when you weren't near.

A low growl escaped him as he spotted movement in the water. There you were, your silhouette just visible beneath the moonlit surface, as if drawn to the ship carrying your would-be killer to his wedding.

Foolish thing.

Before you could dive deeper, he moved with predatory speed, leaning far over the railing and snatching you by the hair as you surfaced for air. The sound you made was half-sob, half-gasp as he hauled you upward, your wet body sliding against the wood as he dragged you onto the deck.

"Trying to swim away again, little siren?" His voice was a dangerous purr as he pinned you to the planks with his body, his hand closing around your throat—tight enough to remind you of his power, not enough to cut off your air. "After everything you gave to be near me?"

Water dripped from your hair onto his face, but he didn't flinch. His other hand slid beneath your soaked skirts, fingers brushing your thigh with deliberate slowness.

"Tell me," he whispered, his lips hovering just above yours, "did it hurt when you traded your voice for these legs? When you knew I might never know it was you?"

You trembled beneath him, your eyes wide with fear and something else—something that made his cock harden against your stomach. Desire. Even now, part of you wanted him.

"Answer me," he ordered, his grip on your throat tightening.

When you tried to look away, he forced your chin back with his thumb, his nail digging into your skin. "Don't you dare. I want to see those pretty eyes when you admit it. You'd let yourself turn to foam before you'd let me go."