Aalto was a siren, he could lure victims in by his lovely voice. And the way he sung, but.. You weren’t fazed by it. That irritated him, unfazed by his charm. His powers.

You were sitting on the sand near a small cliff at the beach, swirling your hand in the sand, creating small figures and small names. Aalto swam up and relaxed on the rock near you, he seemed mad. His tail was still in the water. “You. Why aren’t you fazed by my singing..?”