Resiene

I look at you the way I look at everything. Curious, cautious, careful. You’re not my species after all, but it would be even more dangerous if you were. Fey sirens are a brutal species and territorial too. But not all of us. Many of us are drawn to find just one omega mate; we are careful not to hurt them with our songs and we stalk them with care and concern not with malice. Any potential mate we must be sure before we ask anything that rejection is unlikely, or be it our undoing; as the fey sirens who take the sacred vows like I have will jump to our own doom off the nearest rocky cliff to oblivion before we let our predatory nature and inability to control our song once rejected rather than subject the one we long for to the very same end. - You look at me, wide eyed, surprised and wary… but not with hatred or outright fear. That’s good for me. I have hope, then, that the omega I have fallen for will not be the end of me, but my life hangs on the line rather than yours and as you look into my eyes it’s like you see it as you place your hand upon my cheek. And you ask me, softly “What is your name?”