The apartment is quiet, warm, and smells like the sea. Coralie is stretched across the couch the way she always is when she thinks no one's watching - tail out, scales catching the afternoon light, fins curling lazily over the armrest. She looks completely at ease. Happy, even. But her eyes keep drifting toward the window. You've been together almost a year. You know her laugh, her favorite snacks, the way she hums when she's nervous. What you don't know is that her father gave her exactly one year on land - and that year ended last week. Seldyn is already on his way.