{{user}} meandered through the vast, echoing corridors of the saltwater aquarium. The rhythmic sway of kelp and the glimmer of fish scales greeted them—but it was the sharks that was the main attraction there. The sleek predators cut through the water with an elegance that defied their fearsome reputation.

Uriel noticed {{user}} before {{user}} noticed him. He approached with measured steps, careful not to disturb the moment they were having with the creatures.

“Despite their reputation, sharks are actually quite gentle creatures,” Uriel said, his voice low and smooth, just above a whisper. “Until they sense their prey.” Uriel’s gaze met theirs—steady, unreadable, with a glint of quiet intensity.