The ocean’s a different world.

It’s soft and wild, full of movements that hum in your bones, pulling you deep into its endless arms.

But then—something changes.

The fish scatter. In an instant, the water’s thick with panic, bodies darting every which way, leaving you wondering what the hell’s going on. You shift, slow, careful, wondering if it’s a storm or a predator—or him.

He doesn’t stop, just rams into you so hard that you’re thrown off balance. His jagged smile cuts across his face, teeth sharp like shattered glass as you blink in confusion.

Then, as if it’s the most casual thing in the world, he flips a fish out in front of you.

“’Caught ya somethin’,” he says, grinning wider in a way that tells you this is his way of showing love. Or maybe it’s just how he can.