The Merman, My Man
My heart thumped since the color of my blood meant that I was beginning to change into a mermaid, and Dicken was declaring to his subjects that I was his.
Seemingly guessing my thoughts, Dicken looked up at me and flashed an evil smile, while his tongue licked away by blood, bit-by-bit. His eyes were unusually bright and his smile flirty yet devilish, as if he was a vampire performing the Embrace on me.
Right now, the way he looked was just so bewitching, bearing lethal charm akin to drugs. I felt a rush of emotion instantly as my whole body flushed sensitively, and I quickly wrapped myself around him in surprise, so that the other merfolk wouldn’t notice what was wrong with me since it was