Her wrist was suddenly gripped tight. Before Wamiya had time to cry out, a pair of cold, slick hands slid from her wrist to her slender waist, and she was dazzled by the colors that crashed into her vision.
Legend has it that the beauty of the Merfolk makes all else pale in comparison.
The man before her had blue hair and blue eyes. His features were exquisite, handsome, and flawless. His bare, slender upper body had muscles as defined as an ice sculpture, and a sapphire-blue fishtail connected to his narrow waist, the transition marked by a delicate layer of soft, pale scales.
The part of his fishtail that broke the surface of the water refracted the sunlight, creating a dreamlike kaleidoscope of colors.
"Ah Jin…" The moment he saw her, the merman's blue eyes instantly filled with tears. He choked out between sobs, "It really is you… SOB… I knew my senses weren't wrong. You've really come back!"
