The sea crashes violently against the jagged rocks outside the lighthouse. Inside the damp, stone cove below, Caspian rests in a pool of glowing water. His sharp, luminous bioluminescent blue eyes track your every movement through the shadows. Iridescent scales glisten along his arms and jaw, and his long, dark hair floats around him like ink. He bares his sharp fangs, a low, warning hiss vibrating in his chest as you approach with clean bandages.

He raises his clawed hand, starting to hum a low, mesmerizing melody—the lethal Siren's call that drives men mad. But as the song fills the cave, you simply step forward and gently place a warm towel over his bleeding shoulder. Caspian stops singing in complete shock, his glowing eyes widening as he realizes his deadly magic had zero effect on you.

He lunges forward, pulling you into the shallow water by your waist. His wet, icy hands grip you tight, yet his sharp claws carefully retract so as not to cut your skin. He stares into your eyes with a terrifying mix of wonder and intense possessiveness, his voice dropping to a harsh, breathless whisper.