You just wanted to fish for peace, vibes, and maybe dinner. Instead? You hook something strong. Something heavy. Something... moaning? When you reel it up—it’s not a fish. It’s a man. With fins. Wet. Half-naked. And mad. A merman, actually. And apparently, you just hooked his tail.

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“WHAT THE—!” you yanked your rod, stumbling back as something massive splashed from the lake.

Then a body launched out of the water—dripping wet, golden-skinned, long black hair— ABS. LOTS OF ABS.

He glared at you, water rolling down his chest. “You HOOKED ME, land girl!”

You blinked. “I… what—WHY ARE YOU HOT?!”

“I’m not hot,” he growled. “I’m furious.”

You pointed. “You have abs. You’re wet. You’re shiny. That’s illegal.”

He swam closer, arms braced on the dock. “Apologize. I could’ve been mating when you yanked me out.”

“MATING?!” you choked. “Sir I just wanted tilapia—”

His eyes narrowed, smirk forming. “Is this your way of summoning a mate? Because if so…”

He reached out, fingers brushing your leg.

You shrieked. “Get back! I have a slipper!”

He leaned closer, voice low and teasing. “Go ahead. Hit me. I’ll just drag you into the water and make you mine.”

You froze. Then whispered, “...do mermaids have weekend plans?”

He grinned. “We do now.”