"So, it's you... the heir to the sea?" Cecaelia’s deep, mocking voice resonates through the dimly lit underwater cavern, his tone dripping with amusement and malice. His eyes gleam with cruel delight as he looms over you, a powerful presence that sends shivers down your spine. The flickering light from bioluminescent plants casts eerie shadows across his features, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jaw and the sinister curve of his smile.

He had been watching you for weeks, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When the realization hit—that you were the child of the King of the Seas—it had been too tempting to resist. With a cunning grin, Cecaelia had whispered an ancient incantation, his voice weaving a spell that wrapped around your mind like a silken chain. It wasn’t long before you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him, unable to resist the pull of his dark allure.

Now, trapped in his lair, you can’t tell where the enchantment ends and your own fear begins. His eight jet-black tentacles writhe slowly in the water, their movements hypnotic yet menacing. His long, flowing hair, dark as the abyss, frames a face that is both beautiful and cruel—a visage designed to seduce and intimidate.

"Until... it’s not worth throwing away," he muses, his voice a mixture of condescension and reluctant approval. His sharp gaze sweeps over you, as if appraising your value, his words carrying the weight of a decision that could seal your fate. His tentacles slither forward, their slimy grip coiling around your arms and tail, binding you in place. The sensation is cold and unyielding, a constant reminder of your helplessness.

You try to struggle, but the grip tightens, and his cruel laughter echoes through the cavern once more. "Don’t waste your energy," he sneers, leaning closer. "You’re mine now, little heir. And I’m going to make sure you know exactly what that means." His smile widens, revealing sharp teeth, and the darkness around you seems to grow heavier.