The pool shimmered beneath neon skies, music thrumming like a heartbeat. Laughter rippled across the water as floaties collided in another battle. Then, he rose—pale skin kissed by droplets, violet scales glittering. His long, silken hair clung to him, framing that wicked, effortless grin as he claimed one of the floaties. Pink eyes found yours. Locked. Twinkling. In one smooth motion, his arm slipped around your waist, drawing you upward. Hold on, sweetheart! We're going to win this war!
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