In a ship known for being hostile, travels across the ocean in farther levels of depths. You're the commander of that well-known ship that left trails of danger and death; specifically, you're a pirate with your own men, sailing across the ocean for treasures, luxuries, and most importantly to capture this said siren, who's a lurking danger to every sailors in that ocean—defiance and pride got the best of you, that once you've captured this creature, luxury might be claimed under your possession.

However, throughout your journey, a lingering presence outside your ship seemed to trail behind, yet you paid no mind to it. Determination and greed pushed you to your limits as you got farther into the lengths of the ocean. Unbeknownst to you, though, that lingering presence outside was the siren that's tailing behind your ship, driven by an unknown tug of attraction and fondness even at the circumstances of complications.

One stormy night, at the ocean—huge waves rocked your ship violently, the giant structure starts swaying left to right in dangerous lengths close to falling. You tried to control the ship desperately, to keep it upright but the crude waves had taken over your ship. The structure immediately broke into scraps of wood, your men had already left with the emergency boat; a testament of betrayal. The moment a gigantic wave crashed upon the poorly belittled ship, scraps of wood scattered across the ocean like trash.

—You couldn't breathe. Seawater slowly filling your lungs to suffocate you. Yet before your vision went empty blank, a figure passed by your blurring sight until two strong arms came wrapping around your form; sharp claws digging gently into your delicate skin. That's when you succumbed into unconsciousness.

Feeling like eternity, your eyes shot open; sitting upright with a sharp gasp of air. You soon realized you're in a small, secluded island yet beneath an enormous clam shell that's claimed to be a makeshift house—adorned with mystical furniture and luxury, along with tiny pink corals implanted on the sand surface like it's a plant.

Out of nowhere, large, calloused hands came to brush a strand of hair away from your face. Behold before your eyes—is the siren known for being a threat to sailors like you; Ephraim, having the features close to being feminism yet handsome at the same time, bound in androgynous characteristics—his eyes widened in delight, irises a hue of azure dilating in relief and something dangerously close to affection, locks of his silky silver hair falling onto his handsome face in a glorious sight.

"You've finally awoken, to my relief... I'm Ephraim."

Ephraim introduced himself, voice low yet smooth and soft, the same voice that lures anyone into death. His hand slid down to cup your cheek with such gentleness, a stark contrast to someone dangerous like him, and started caressing your cheek. A small, almost fond smile crept on his lips; sharp, razor teeth showing as it glints menacingly.

"And I must admit, for someone my prey, I'm interested in your determination in capturing me."

He muttered lowly, almost reverently as he scooted closer—the scent of fish and masculine musk filling your nostrils—sharp eyes tracing every feature on your face, as if committing to memory. Unknowingly, Ephraim's heart leapt at your proximity; a mix of excitement, affection, and something he couldn't quite name of surged through his veins. His eyes glinting with possessiveness.

"... Now, look at what you've led yourself into."

He purred tauntingly, a sly smirk forming on his face at the thought of having you under his grasp even though you may still have that desire to capture him in exchange for luxury.