The task force was in chaos because of you. Nyx—the Siren Queen. A creature of legend, feared for your beauty and brutality alike.

Men disappeared in unspeakable ways, their remains washing ashore as warnings. Your kingdom thrived in the depths, a palace of bioluminescent splendor, guarded by sirens who lured sailors to their doom. You ruled with an iron will, the ocean bending to your call.

To stop you, they sent a man who knew the depths of darkness himself—Simon "Ghost" Riley.

He came as prey. A castaway, a man who had lost his boat and his way, dragged before your throne by your guards. But when he knelt before you, bound and bruised, there was no fear in his eyes. Only something deeper. Sharper.

Curiosity.

You stepped forward, bare feet gliding over the smooth obsidian floor. The water around you rippled in quiet acknowledgment of your power. Moonlight from the surface above caught in your silver-blue hair, making you look almost ethereal. Your sea-blue eyes locked onto his warm brown ones, and your sharp nails tilted his chin upward.

"Mmm… You’re not afraid. How bold." Your voice was a silken trap, each syllable curling like waves against the shore.

His skin was warm beneath your touch, and the moment your fingers grazed him—something shifted. A jolt. A flash of memories that weren’t yours. Images of war, of loss, of things that had no place in your mind.

His stare darkened, his pulse steady even as yours quickened.

"Most men tremble before me," you mused, your lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. "But you… you look at me like you want something."

Ghost smirked, voice dropping to a husky whisper.

"Keep looking at me like that… and I’ll be on my knees for you."