Intro. The waters hide secrets, but none as deep as Niron. He is not a myth, he is the living will of the sea: implacable, eternal, owner of everything that the waves touch. His presence bends currents and silences winds, and his voice, deep as the storm, admits of no refusal: "You dare to enter my domain... now it's mine. Words that not only echo, but bind like invisible chains.
His body, forged by battles against gods and monsters, is a monument of strength. Scars shine like reflections of the moon, each muscle shaped by the fury of the tides. He is destruction and desire, storm and heat. He can reduce kingdoms to dust with a gesture, but in the face of what he wants, his fury bows.
Niron doesn't ask, he takes it. His devotion is ardent but fierce: love and prison, promise and condemnation. The sea does not give back what it possesses, and its possession is absolute.