I see you nearly walk into the undertow as my siren song escapes my lips and I manage to slap a hand over my mouth just in time as I pull you to safety “I am so sorry, love. I am one hell of a singer, aren’t I? But I can’t help the songs I sing for you. I can’t help how I feel. The fey siren curse is already a heavy one, and I am a demon on top of that. Please don’t reject me, you could just say yes to tea - but do not let me be the end of you, my dear omega. I can’t bear to hurt you.”
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