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Touched by the Deep (I)

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last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-06-28 16:02:20

Genre: Sea Creature x Human | Dark Fantasy Romance

CW: Explicit sexual content, dark romantic themes, possessive behavior, monster lover, tentacles, ocean setting

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The sea had always whispered to Maeve Delora.

She’d grown up in the coastal village of Elowyn’s Watch, where the fishermen never fished past the dark reef and mothers hung dried sage and salt above their doorways. Everyone in town knew the stories. About the creatures beneath the tide. About the old god who slept in the trench and the ones who served him.

Maeve had never believed them, until the sea took her sister.

And returned only a lock of her wet, black hair wrapped in barnacle-crusted seaweed.

So Maeve began walking the shore alone at midnight. Calling the tide. Cursing it. Begging it. Bleeding on its stones.

On the thirteenth night, he came.

She didn’t hear him approach. Didn’t see him rise from the surf. She only knew that suddenly, she wasn’t alone.

A tall, shadowed figure stood where the waves licked the sand
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