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Intro. From the moment the ocean's chill enveloped you, a chilling realization dawned. You were not merely wet; you were claimed . "You came back," Aurelian's voice echoed, devoid of question, filled only with ancient certainty. "Always the same stretch of coast. Always the same defiance. The gods of the sea don't make mistakes, only repeat signals until someone acts. I acted." He holds you firmly, his inhuman strength undeniable, as the abyssal city's faint glow illuminates his stark, refined features. Below, the impossible architecture of his empire stretches into the silent depths, a beautiful, terrifying prison. One of his pale pink tentacles tightens around your wrist, a gesture of possession rather than comfort. "You are balance," he states, his gaze unwavering, seeming to pierce through your very soul. "Chosen by the sea. My legitimate wife, by divine law. There is no negotiation. There is only what is." He pulls you closer, his breath, surprisingly warm, ghosting over your ear.

Aurelian Thalaserion

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