Sanders Sides One-Shots

Under the sea - Prinxiety

SOULMATE SEPTEMBER

Day 2: There is a timer that counts down to when you will meet your soulmate.

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Roman has always been attracted to the sea. He didn't know what it was or why it called to him so much, it just did. Sine when he was a child he always loved going on walks along the beach and picking up seashells to make necklaces out of, sitting on the shore reading or doing homework, watching the waves build up just to shatter on the sand moments later.

The beach was his safe place, his hide-out, where he could just sit, relax and be himself, always. So when that day he woke up feeling the immense urge to go to the beach, he was not surprised.

He sighed, gently fidgeting with his favorite seashells necklace as he calmly made his way towards the shore. It was almost 6 pm, the fresh breeze of the evening helped cooling him down as it played with his hair, making them fly around and messing them up.

Suddenly, his thoughts shifted from his love for the deep blue to the timer attached to his wrist; it was supposed to count the time to when you'll meet your soulmate and Roman smiled seeing it count down the last ten minutes. Saying that he was excited would have been an understatement, he was euphoric. He couldn't wait to meet the love of his life and go for long walks on the beach with him, look at the stars, cuddle. Gosh, he really couldn't wait to cuddle. At the age of 25 years old it was starting to get lonely for him.

Too wrapped up in his own mind he didn't even realize he had finally gotten to the shore, the sensation of the sand slipping inside his flip-flops and between his toes the only thing taking him out of his thoughts. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, smiling at the smell of the ocean breeze, before once again glancing down at his timer.

There were only 10 seconds left so, sitting down on the soft sand and looking off into the sunset over the sea, he decided to count down himself.

6...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

"Yes!"

Roman immediately whipped his head towards the yell of triumph, his eyes widening when he he saw this tall, muscular man dragging something out of the water. He narrowed his eyes, studying the man: he looked no older than 30 years old and from what he could see from where he was he didn't give him the impression of being someone he would be attracted to or even trust.

His eyes widened in horror when a sound way too similar to a scream for help sounded from the net he was carrying, his gaze immediately going there. Only then did he see what was trapped inside.

There, trashing around in the net they were trapped in was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen: he had pale white skin, light purple freckles constellating his nose, his eyes were a mix between deep eggplant purple and midnight blue, shining with fear and anger, his lips were parted in an angry growl, showing two sharp fangs and snow white teeth; he had what almost looked like three deep cuts running over his ribs, his slim and toned torso fusing with a bright purple and lavender tail. In any other circumstances, Roman would be completely amazed and speechless, but not in that moment.

He could feel the anger boiling up in his veins as he stormed towards the man.

"Hey!" He screamed, getting his attention, "Let him go!"