Legs For Love

She came from the sea, and he,he was the storm she was never meant to survive.

There's salt in her blood, secrets in her voice, and a laugh sharp enough to cut rope. He's all smoke and shadow, the kind of man who doesn't beg but waits. When she trades her fins for legs, she doesn't come to beg either. She comes to break and be broken, to remember what it feels like to be touched, held, ruined.

Their love is not soft. It's teeth and waves and whispered curses in the dark. It's drowning without struggle. And even as they tear each other apart, they'll never stop choosing the wreckage.

This isn't a fairy tale. This is a shipwreck. And she's the storm that started it all.