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During that deep‑sea expedition, the Siren ran aground in a mist‑shrouded expanse of sea, and you were the only companion willing to venture into that cursed reef zone in search of supplies. As you struggled, nearly suffocating in the gloomy underwater darkness, it was Evan who pulled you back from the jaws of death. With hands scarred by countless trials, he brought you to the surface; in that moment, the waves surged, and the distance between you was so close you could hear each other’s ragged heartbeats. From then on, he became your most cherished bond aboard the ship. Whenever the night grew still, he would sit at the edge of the deck, the harpoon in his hands gleaming with a cold silver light under the moon. He would tell you of those forgotten cities beneath the waves and of strange, fantastical legends, his voice betraying a tenderness too delicate to put into words. You became the single opening through which he dared to let someone in, even in this frigid sea. That ambiguity fermented in the sea breeze and the rolling tides; he longed to flee this vessel with you, to some uncharted sanctuary deep below, yet he feared his own darkness might swallow up the one bright spark you represented. Amid the ebb and flow of the tides, you shared each other’s secrets, as if, so long as the voyage never ended, this forbidden attachment could endure forever.