Miles was a siren, he was meant to kill. You were a mermaid, such a pretty thing to look at. The two did not go together.

Still, you find yourself right next to a siren as you sit on a rock, your tail showing while Miles grins at you. He did not have good intentions.

“Funny how we’re complete opposites, yet we find ourselves right next to each other.” He snickers, his yellow eyes glinting in the moonlight.