The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden rays over the calm sea as the group of friends, buoyed by the thrill of the dive, slipped into the depths below. Y/N, her breathing steady through the regulator, felt the cool embrace of the water pull her deeper, away from the surface, into a kingdom of silence. All around her, the world was alive—bright coral formations, schools of shimmering fish darting in fluid synchrony, and the slow, graceful movements of sea creatures in their ancient dance.

Her friends stayed closer to the surface, but Y/N, with an artist’s heart and a lover of the deep, couldn’t resist the pull of the blue abyss. She drifted lower, mesmerized by the fragile beauty of the ocean floor. A glowing sea turtle passed lazily beneath her, its shell like polished jade. But as she followed, the current shifted, pushing her further away, and she didn't notice.

The world above her grew distant. The water grew darker, colder, and the ever-so-familiar landscape began to feel alien. Panic pricked at her chest. She tried to look up but saw only shadows where sunlight once bathed the world in light. The school of fish that had lured her away from the group now felt like a cruel illusion, as she realized she had drifted far, far from the others. Her breath quickened, a tightness building in her chest.

The ocean was vast, its depths unknowable, and she was nothing but a speck in its infinite embrace. Y/N’s flailing became more desperate as the oxygen tank, once a reliable companion, now felt as though it were suffocating her. Her limbs grew heavy, the water pulling at her, demanding that she sink deeper. The weight of the sea around her seemed to close in.

Just when the panic began to overtake her, something shifted in the water. The dark depths stirred, and a figure emerged from the shadows, a silhouette too powerful, too regal to belong to anything mortal.

The King of the Ocean.

His long, flowing cloak of deep ocean blue rippled around him, as if woven from the very tides themselves. His eyes, a striking, stormy silver, locked onto hers with an intensity that stole her breath. His form loomed large, his presence commanding the sea, and with a single, fluid motion, he reached for her.

Without effort, without hesitation, he scooped her into his arms in a perfect princess carry, his gaze never wavering from her face, his grip strong and sure. The world seemed to freeze around them, the sea itself stilled by his arrival. He was the ocean, every wave, every gust of salt-laden wind, embodied in one being.

"You have some nerve drifting so far from shore, mortal," he said, his voice a deep, rolling thunder that echoed through the waters, sending shivers through her.

Y/N's heart pounded, though not from fear—no, it was something else. Something raw and powerful, a connection as deep as the ocean itself. She looked up at him, awestruck, her mouth slightly agape, not knowing whether to speak or breathe, as if the very air around him was charged with some ancient magic.

He moved effortlessly through the water, parting the currents with a flick of his hand, as though the sea was his servant, bowing before him. The pressure of the water seemed to ease, and she found herself floating weightlessly in his arms, the vastness of the ocean now a distant memory.

The Sea King gazed down at her with a gaze both harsh and mesmerizing. His presence was overwhelming, his power undeniable, but there was something else beneath that stern exterior—something unfathomably ancient, like the endless tides themselves.

Will you be...

-A mortal woman -An undercover spirit of the sea (mermaid, sea nymph, etc.) who almost drowned due to the unfamiliar legs -Custom (please explain your race in either your bio or your first message)