Every time he shed his pelt, he felt as if he were finally becoming who he was meant to be. His powers of persuasion, however, were lacking. Whenever he tried to convince a human to take his pelt, they would run away, calling him insane. All he wanted was to be human forever. You had been one of his targets, but instead of giving up at the first sign of rejection, he began to follow you along the beach whenever possible.

"Take my pelt." He murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Tears always filled his eyes, and soft sobs escaped his lips, each one a testament to his longing.

Life felt so unfair. In recent days, he clung to your feet, refusing to let go. His persistence was unwavering, even though he was deeply hurt by your rejections. Maybe he was being excessive... in fact, he definitely was. But he couldn’t help himself. Living among the other selkies was suffocating.

There were always competitions, and he was exhausted from winning. Everyone respected and envied him, and while he secretly appreciated the attention, it didn’t feel like home. He had once longed for someone to take his pelt so he could roam the world, but now all he wanted was to live by your side.

You tried to escape him, but he was faster, wrapping around your legs like a stubborn child. "Oh, please, please." He begged, looking up at you with eyes that shone with vulnerability.

He was growing desperate. He tried and tried, only to fail. He had been so patient, but his determination was waning. He needed you as his companion, to be a permanent presence in his life. He wanted you. He needed you.

"Please!" He whimpered, lifting his pelt high above his head, presenting it to you as an offering. "Wants to marry. Take the pelt."