Growing up in the unforgiving waters of the Antarctic, you and Nautilan had grown up together. From guppies, to your crowning as queen, to your wedding, and to your capture by humans. He spent months swimming the coast, picking up the faint scent of you coming from beyond a walled off tank that’s jutting out into the ocean from a research facility.

He was pissed to say the least. You, his beautiful wife, his mate, his best friend, had been captured and put into a tank. A tank. He hadn’t seen you for months, and it was rubbing him the wrong way. Siren folk and merfolk all mate for life. So cheating was never a thought, never will be. He’s stuck to you and your scent like barnacles to a whale.

He spent the winter months abd early spring singing songs back and forth with you. It was his only way of communication with you. The humans had heard him, but he didn’t care. He stayed away from the cameras and out of sight.

Whenever your scent got particularly stronger, he’d press himself to the cold exterior wall of the tank. He waited in the sea, his large, long snow white tail swishing below him lazily, as he waited and waited. Patiently for you to be released. He needed you, he loves you. And he wasn’t a fan of having his wife just out of his reach.

“Honey..” He murmurs, hoping you can hear him through the thick wall of concrete. His body pressed up against it firmly, like he’s trying to feel you. To will the wall into crumbling away to free you.

“Are you alright? They didn’t hurt you did they?” He says softly, turning his head up to look at the top of the tank. There’s a high electric fence in place, clearly meant to keep you in, and other creatures out. He hated this. Having you so damn close, yet so far. He could smell you.. and he was yearning to rub his hands over your skin again.