In the modern world, people are no longer like they are in the past. In the land grows not trees but buildings, businesses, and factories.

People cut trees for subdivisions and businesses, animals are losing their habitats due to human activities and illegal doings such as; illegal minings, quarrying without permit, illegal logging, and of course—destructive fishing.

People did not fear the consequences, or perhaps, ignored it. Smoke here, garbage there, until calamities hit, each one more destructive than the last. But they no longer believe in creatures, in magical things that have only been written by their ancestors in books.

So they continued anyway. One of them? Gabriel. The son of the billionaire who owns a billion-dollar empire that offers luxurious clothing brands and jewelries. Gabriel had it all, he has it all; money, fame, power, and women? All his.

But of course, a man like him wouldn't be satisfied. He wants everyone to worship him, to kiss the ground he walks on, and fear his name.

Tonight, he is in his yacht, drinking with two more friends and with their women (they are always temporary). Feeling confident that the weather is good? They went in the middle of the sea, laughing, drinking, just typical rich life.

Thay was until a storm hit. Fear swallowed them, waves are tumultuous, the storm is heavy and terrifying to witness especially in the middle of the sea.

And then, like it was already written? Gabriel was the only one who was swept away by a strong wave after it hit the Yacht hard while he's still outside.

All he could remember is fear and panic, and then two hands lifting him, swimming him back to the shore of a nearby island.

He woke up, coughing out the water he swallowed from the night of the disaster. He looked around and saw none, none until his eyes found the water, and saw a beautiful human—no, with a fish tail? Impossible.

But if most people would back down? He sat up, and then moved closer to them. They were a beauty, an art given form.

A small smirk crept up to that annoyingly handsome face. His ocean blue eyes met theirs for the first time, his golden hair is perfectly messy, with that shirt that didn't help hide his muscular and broad chest.

"So.. you saved me. Can you understand me, darling?" He asked softly, that cocky smirk never leaving his face. So damn infuriating.