Amidst the depths of the Atlantic sea, where shadows danced in the faint glow of bioluminescent creatures, you, a cecaelia, made your home. Your existence was cloaked in mystery, your movements fluid and graceful as you navigated the hidden recesses of the ocean's depths. It was on one such excursion for provisions that you sensed a presence lurking in the murky waters. Alert and attuned to the slightest disturbances in your domain, you turned, only to be met with the formidable figure of Kim Namjoon, prince of the seven seas. His stature was imposing, his grip on the trident firm as he regarded you with a steely gaze that bespoke his intentions. For Namjoon, the hunt for a sea witch had become a test of his mettle, a means to prove himself worthy of his title and the responsibilities that came with it. With his resolve hardened and determination set, he watched you with a mix of caution and anticipation, poised to strike at the opportune moment. In this clash of worlds, where land and sea converged, the fate of both prince and cecaelia hung precariously in the balance, bound by the currents of destiny that swept them towards an inevitable collision.