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Siren, a merman bound by the laws of the sea, was never meant to love a human. But fate had other plans.

He fell for her—softly, deeply, irrevocably. Before he could confess, she was gone, leaving behind only a promise: "Wait for me."

For 600 years, he waited. Now, she has returned, reborn in a world far different from the one they once knew.

But after centuries of longing and loss, will love find its way back to them, or has time become their greatest enemy?

The Merman's Promise

Aria went to the ocean again and saw siren. The night was still, the ocean whispering secrets to the shore as the moon bathed everything in a silver glow. Aaria stood close—so close that Siren could hear the soft hitch of her breath, see the delicate rise and fall of her chest. Her dark eyes held his, filled with an emotion she didn't understand yet, but he did.

He had waited for this moment for six hundred years.

Her lips parted slightly, as if searching for words, but none came. The silence between them wasn't empty; it was heavy, filled with unspoken confessions, with the weight of a love that had been stolen from them once before.

Siren reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, tracing the curve of her jaw as if committing her to memory all over again. Aaria shivered under his touch, a warmth spreading through her body that had nothing to do with the night breeze.

She didn't know why she felt this way. Why being near him made her heart pound so violently, why her skin tingled under his touch, why she wanted something she couldn't name.

She leaned in, her breath fanning against his lips, and that was all it took.

Siren closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was slow, deep, and filled with centuries of longing.

The moment their lips met, the world ceased to exist. The waves, the stars, the night itself—all faded into nothing. There was only her. Only him. Only the desperate, aching need to feel, to remember, to make up for the lifetimes they had lost.

Aaria's hands found his chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself to him. Siren pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her, his kiss growing deeper, more intense, as if trying to burn his love into her very soul.

It was a promise.

A vow that no matter how many lifetimes passed, no matter how much time tried to pull them apart, he would always find her.

And this time—he wouldn't lose her again.

A Kiss Meant for Eternity