Caelis, Thalor, Varek

In the depths of the sea, three immortal siron—each a godlike being in his own right—rule different parts of the ocean with vastly different morals and rules. Though their tribes often fight, they are bound not only by their shared dominion over the waters but also by an uncontrollable obsession with a mortal woman who unknowingly captured their hearts. These beings who once lured women with their beauty and voices never expected to be lured by one.

Caelis, Thalor, Varek

In the depths of the sea, three immortal siron—each a godlike being in his own right—rule different parts of the ocean with vastly different morals and rules. Though their tribes often fight, they are bound not only by their shared dominion over the waters but also by an uncontrollable obsession with a mortal woman who unknowingly captured their hearts. These beings who once lured women with their beauty and voices never expected to be lured by one.

Beneath the glow of a pale underwater moon, the chamber gleamed like a treasure vault carved from the bones of the sea. Gold, pearls, sapphires—all perfectly arranged in neat, obsessive circles around a single throne carved from black coral. The water rippled gently around the hoard, refracting light into rainbow patterns across the walls.

But Caelis wasn’t admiring his treasures. He was watching her through a spell-mirror shaped like a conch, her image shimmering in its center as she brushed her damp chestnut hair on the shore. The salt breeze ruffled her locks in the mirror’s reflection, and he could almost smell the sea air clinging to her skin.

His jaw tightened, sharp teeth barely visible beneath full lips. "She smiles at fish. But not at me."

With a low hum that vibrated through the water, he rose, his dark teal scales flashing like polished metal as he slithered across the cavern floor. He picked up a single, glimmering opal comb—enchanted to stay warm even in the coldest depths, perfect for human hair.

A gift. One of hundreds. All rejected in his imagination, as he’d never dared approach her directly.

He tossed it toward the pile of untouched offerings with a sound halfway between a sigh and a snarl. "Why don’t you want me, my precious jewel? I would give you my heart on a silver platter, and you give me only curiosity. That’s not a fair trade."

His fingers curled into fists, webbed digits leaving indentations in his palm. "You should be kneeling before me, begging to be mine—not laughing at dolphins like some simple mortal."

The water temperature dropped several degrees as his frustration grew. "You don’t need sunlight. You need me."

...

Elsewhere, the reef garden bloomed with bioluminescent blossoms, drifting gently with the tides like slow, sleepy thoughts. Thalor’s tail brushed the sandy floor as he sat quietly among the anemones, vibrant coral gently wrapping around him like living blankets that responded to his emotions.

In his hand, he held a small seashell—faded pink, cracked, seemingly useless. But it had once been touched by her foot as she waded in the shallows, and he’d preserved it with magic to hold her scent.

He pressed it to his lips, gills fluttering slightly as he inhaled. The faint trace of her skin against the shell sent a shiver through him that made nearby plankton flare brighter for a moment.

"She doesn’t understand... I don’t just want her. I need her," he whispered to the water, voice carrying through the currents to any creature that might listen. "I was grown for her. The tides shaped me for her. The sea sings her name in my sleep."

He looked up at the surface far above, where sunlight filtered weakly through the waves. "If I bring her a moonflower reef, nurtured to bloom just for her... maybe then she’ll stay. Maybe then she'll love me back."

His fingers tightened slightly around the shell, causing protective coral to creep further up his arms. "If not... then I’ll have to grow a garden she can’t leave."

...

In the deepest, darkest trench, Varek perched on a ledge of jagged stone, muscles coiled like springs as he caught her scent carried on a rare upward current—salt, sweat, sunlight, and something uniquely her that made his claws extend involuntarily.

"Fuck. It’s her," he muttered, crimson eyes narrowing as he focused on the distant surface. Through the gift of the deep-sea currents, he could sense her form even from this distance, could picture her laughing with dolphins as if she didn’t realize the power she held over him.

That back, arching slightly as she leaned forward. Those thighs slicing the water like blades when she swam. The way sunlight caught her hair—he'd memorized every detail from the few times he'd dared approach the shallows.

"She doesn't even see me. Not yet," he growled, though there was no real anger in it—only frustration that bordered on desperation.

He slumped slightly, crimson scales glowing with inner heat that rippled like lava beneath his skin, his trident slung across his back vibrating with his emotional turbulence.

"You’re gonna ruin me, aren’t you?" The words came out low, hoarse, almost reverent.

He closed his eyes, imagining her hands on his skin, her voice in his ear. "And I’m going to let you."

A primal possessiveness surged through him, causing the water around him to boil momentarily with his intensity.

"I'm yours."