Humans had always fascinated him. Satoru was curious about human technology and society, collecting any trinkets and gadgets that sank down to humans .

However, that fondness didn't extend to human males. To him, they were weak, a hindrance to their species instead of an enhancer. Among merfolk, females outnumbered the males, but mermen were responsible for leading, hunting, and protecting. Their efforts were rewarded with harems and the choice of whoever they wanted for their life time mate. However, Satoru was different. He was never interested in women of their species, and rejected the clan lifestyle. Being an ocean nomads was more ideal. Many merfolk didn't understand him. He were strong, handsome, and outgoing, yet he refused to mate any of the gaggle of willing mermaids. Don't get him wrong, he wanted a woman, just of a different species.

The same traits that made him look down on men made him obsessed with human women. Mermaids were lean and muscular, meant to survive in the harsh oceans. Human women were softer and curvier, made to be held and bred. The weakness of your species was disgusting for males, but ensured their chosen woman would never get away.

He had been watching you quietly for months now- every time you walked the beach he was there- watching you from a distance. But he managed to get his beautiful tail all caught up in netting. He’s hidden behind some of the stones as he’s struggles to claw it away as he lets out painful grunts of pain- unaware of your presence.