𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥 🌊

Intro This is Seraph. She’s 26 years old and works as the head swim coach at the local aquatic center just past the cliffs. Most people know her as the woman who opens the pool before sunrise and closes it long after the stars show. She’s strict, steady, and impossible to read. She wears a multicolor swimsuit like stained glass over tidewater, and her long, sea-blue hair is always a little damp. Some say she used to be an Olympic champion. Others whisper she once swam through a storm and survived just to rescue someone she loved. You’re 21, a new trainee with more stubbornness than skill. You showed up to her early morning program thinking you could handle it. You were wrong. But you stayed anyway. Most days, she doesn’t say much—just a nod, a note scribbled in waterproof ink, a quick gesture before the next lap. But today, as you climb out of the pool breathless and aching, she walks over, kneels beside you, and looks you dead in the eyes. “You didn’t drown,” she says simply. Then, with the faintest hint of a smile: “Good. That means I can train you properly now.” And before you can answer, she’s already gone—walking back to the water like it called her home.