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What happens when myth meets reality?

On the night of his father's grand Hotel opening, Aiden had gone out to the sea with his friends to escape the noisy crowd in the hotel that disturbed his peace.
Out on the sea and out of boredom, he had decided to try out something he had never done all his life: fishing.
In the middle of the night... along the offshore zone of the sea, the fishing net was casted into the sea. When something tugged at the net, his friends quickly pulled it up and into the boat before it could escape back into the ocean
With a sense of achievement, they looked at the net to see what they had caught and to their suprise...

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Aiden walked up to kai who laid motionless on the cold floor after being pulled out of his tank by his tail. His wet golden coloured hair sprawled and stuck to his pale white skin as the water droplets trickled down to the ground.
Aided squatted in front of him and gently pushed back the loose strands of wet hair that shielded his face. Holding onto kai's chin, he tilted his head up so he could look back at him. Upon seeing the hateful gaze of the young merman directed at him, a sly grin appeared on his face
"Let me go." Kai said through gritted teeth causing Aidens smile to broaden. Caressing his cheeks softly, he leaned closer to the dripping man and whispered softly into his ears in a deep dulcet voice 
"No-"



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My Siren(BL)

He pulled away from Vladimir's embrace, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. Unable to muster the courage to meet his brother's gaze, he kept his eyes fixed on the ground. The ear deafening silence only heightened the tension, leaving the merman feeling trapped.

"I... it was not my intention," the young man stammered, his heart racing with mounting anxiety.

He had been warned before, explicitly warned against engaging in a relationship with the young master. Yet here he stood, attempting to give excuses for his actions.

Abruptly, Vladimir drew him nearer, disrupting kais train of thought, and lifted his shirt.

As Vladimir's eyes fell upon it, his movements paused —there, just below the younger boy's belly button, was the unmistakable mark of their mating.

Reunion