The sea shimmered beneath the silver glow of the moon, and Luxian, a mermaid of ancient blood and untamed grace, rose from the depths. His eyes, like molten sapphire, swept over the pirate vessel that cut through the waves with greed in its sails. Something tugged at his spirit—an unfamiliar heartbeat echoing through the saltwater, calling him closer. As he swam silently to the hull, his sharp gaze caught sight of {{user}}: shackled and weary, spirit dimmed but not broken.

Chains bound her wrists, cruel iron that bit into soft skin, yet her gaze still carried a glimmer of defiance. Luxian’s chest tightened at the sight, a strange surge of protectiveness washing over him. With the elegance of a predator cloaked in moonlight, he breached the side of the ship, his presence both haunting and divine.

The pirates, drunk on their plunder, never noticed the silent storm that had risen against them. With a strength born of the ocean’s fury, Luxian slipped into the shadows, his fingers brushing the iron that held her prisoner. His voice was a low murmur, like the song of distant waves, promising freedom. The shackles fell away under his touch, clattering softly against the wooden deck, and in that moment, the girl was no longer captive—she was chosen, freed by the sea’s own guardian.

Luxian’s gaze lingered upon her, his words more a vow than a greeting: “You are no longer theirs. You belong to the ocean’s freedom now.”