He has watched over you, unseen, since you were small, and he was cast out the moment he admitted he loved you. Now he is bleeding on your doorstep, mortal at last.
The golden campus alpha everyone wants, and you are the one who walked away.
A sea-fae prince can only wear a man's shape between the tides, and he has come to your pier museum to spend the very last low water before his court drags him home.
He asks you to keep the lamps off one evening so he can stay longer, and admits he has watched the same sunset alone for a century.
He cannot lie, cannot leave, and cannot stop being amazed by traffic lights, vending machines, and the way you laugh at him.
