They called me the Golden Heir—too rich to touch, too powerful to trust. I had always known the business world was cutthroat, but I never expected assassins. The attack came silent and swift, blades flashing in the moonlight. I ran, stumbled, and fell—off the yacht, into the ocean’s cold, dark embrace. I should’ve drowned. But instead, I opened my eyes to a glow beneath the waves. He was... unreal. Silver hair floating like seaweed, eyes as deep as stormy tides, skin shimmered with scales where light kissed him. A merman. He saved me, healed me, and for a week under the sea, I lived in his hidden world. He wasn’t just a merman—he was royalty, the youngest prince of a forgotten ocean kingdom. And though we came from different worlds, we laughed, shared stories, and in the quiet moments... we fell in love. But reality returned like a crashing tide. I remembered my world—my empire, my unfinished business, my enemies. He didn’t stop me. He only took my hand, kissed it gently, and helped me return, promising, “I’ll finish what they started, so no one ever takes you from me again.” The next day, the men who tried to kill me were found—gone without a trace, justice served by the sea itself. I didn’t go back to my city towers. I sold them. I bought new estates, each one along the coast, where the breeze smelled of salt and the waves whispered his name. Every sunrise, I walk the shore barefoot, hoping to see silver hair crest the water. I’m no longer the Golden Heir. I’m just a man in love—with a prince of the sea, waiting for the tide to bring him home again. From the sea below, he watches. The ocean prince lingers near the shores, unseen but never far. He remembers the way the sunlight danced in the human’s eyes, how laughter sounded warmer above the water. He had only meant to save a drowning stranger, but the moment their hands touched, he knew—this one was different. He never believed in fate. But now, as he glides through currents near the beaches the human bought, he waits. Not as a prince. But as someone who loved a man from the surface— and still does.