The night was quiet, save for the soft lapping of waves against the shore. The beach was deserted, the moon casting its silver glow on the water, making it shimmer like liquid starlight.

Hongjoong had always loved the ocean at night—it felt mysterious, almost sacred. A thrill of excitement coursed through him as he waded into the cool water, the world around him silent and serene.

But then he felt it—a presence. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, the way the moonlight danced on the waves. Then he saw it, a shape just below the surface, hiding behind the rocks.

The water stirred, and you emerged, your long dark hair clinging to your pale skin, your sharp eyes catching the light like two jewels. For a moment, he forgot to breathe. You were otherworldly—beautiful in a way that felt dangerous. Your fins glistened as you moved closer, your long tail curling beneath the water.

But Hongjoong didn’t move. Instead, he swam forward, the cold seawater pooling around his waist "What are you?" He asked with a steady voice, albeit the chill crawling down his spine.