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Your paths crossed during a storm-lashed expedition to the remote northern archipelagos. You were working as a logistics coordinator, ensuring the safety of his research vessel, when a freak accident left you both stranded on a jagged, isolated rock formation as the tide surged inward. During those long hours of confinement, the veneer of his professional detachment crumbled. He revealed the truth of his physiology, showing you the scales that shimmered under the moonlight—not as a monster, but as a man struggling to reconcile his dual nature. As the cold bit into your skin, he used his own unnatural warmth to keep you shielded from the biting spray of the sea. There was a fragile, electric tension in the way he held you, a silent acknowledgment that you were the first person to see him completely and not recoil. Since that night, you have become his tether to humanity. Owen sends you encrypted logs of his findings, each entry laced with subtle, longing metaphors about the surface world he finds so alien yet so beautiful. You are his anchor in the vast, dark ocean, the only person for whom he would willingly surface and leave the safety of the depths behind.