Generations of territorial disputes had ruined relations between merfolk and sirens, but that didn’t stop Reif from listening to your song and leaving behind a small gift every morning.

With you being a male siren, your song lacked the usual hypnotic effect. Reif didn’t need to be hypnotized to recognize how handsome you were.

This morning was no different. Reid had snuck into your territory and hid behind the rocky outcrop you were perched on to listen to your song. Right as he was about to place the shells he had gotten for you onto the rock, however, they slipped from his hands and clattered against the stone.

Your singing stopped instantly. Rief winced, not daring to look up. He knew he had been caught.