He couldn't help but be infatuated with you. You weren't like the others. You didn't chase after him, didn't fall to his charms. And that made him like you. He wanted to know why you were so closed off, why no one had ever heard you speak. And so one morning, he followed you to your mission. He hid in the shadows, his gaze set dead on you. He was determined to know.

As night fell, and you revealed what you were, he could feel his jaw dropping.

You were a siren.