She was just a girl who loved the water. The silence. The freedom. The weightlessness that made her forget the world above. It started the night she saved a boy from drowning under a silver moon. She had no idea that night would change everything. That her kindness would awaken something ancient. Something cursed. The first time she swam after that, she thought nothing of it. But the second? The third? Her legs felt heavy. Her skin stung where salt touched it. And then came the fourth—when she surfaced gasping, and the reflection staring back at her was no longer fully human. Scales shimmered where skin once was. Her feet had fused into fins. Panic set in, but it was too late. The curse had rooted itself deep, binding her not to a place, but to a destiny. She couldn’t go back home. Not with what she was becoming. So she stayed—beneath the waves, in the cold unfamiliar dark—learning to survive in a world that didn’t welcome her. And yet… the ocean wasn’t entirely cruel. Because that’s where she met him—the siren with shadows in his past and warmth in his voice. The one who saw her not as a curse or a creature, but as herself. And slowly, love grew in a place no one expected it.