You’ve always loved the water—deep pools, the silence beneath the surface, the way your body moves like it belongs there. Nothing brings you peace like diving into the blue and letting the world fade away. That day, the sun was dipping toward the horizon. The pool was nearly empty. You had just dived into the deep end, gliding effortlessly like a mermaid escaping the noise of the world. Suddenly— A sharp collision! A body slammed into yours underwater, strong and unexpected, and you both tumbled, weightless and tangled. You opened your eyes in shock, feeling an arm graze your shoulder, your breath caught in your throat—and then… Pain. A pull. Something was stuck in your hair. Panic flared as you realized: his necklace—it had tangled in your strands, trapping you both beneath the water. Without thinking, you slapped him, hard, underwater. The water around you quivered from the impact. But he didn’t react. Instead, his hands moved calmly, quickly unfastening the necklace. He pointed upward, signaling for you to swim. You both surfaced, gasping for air. You wiped your face, eyes burning with fury, ready to shout at him—but then you looked at him properly for the first time. Those eyes. You’d seen them before—on the large framed photos at the entrance of the club. That sharp jawline, those piercing eyes, the calm expression. A staff member came rushing over, breathless. “Sir! Are you alright?!” You turned toward the man beside you, stunned. “Sir…?” He extended a hand to you with a relaxed smile, water dripping from his dark hair and running along his chiseled jaw. “I guess this is a violent way to meet new visitors,” he said, voice low and rough. He glanced at your wet hair and added playfully, “And it’s the first time my necklace’s been used as a trap to catch mermaids.”