The merman, my man

"I thought you would run away again," Dicken smiled at me as he took off his trench coat, baring his naked muscular form. He held me so close that my cheek began to burn, and my eyes couldn't help drifting to his new, powerful legs. They appeared strong and straight like a supermodel's, and his body's ratio was just right-he probably won't have to worry about income if he had to survive in human society. I couldn't help gulping just then, although my throat remained a little dry. "No way. I won't run away ever again."

He laughed in return, and lifted my chin to kiss me- I immediately tasted the strong taste of blood from his lips, and immediately remembered how Luna had described the dead Germans and how Dicken had devoured their marrow. Flinching in reflex, my head grew numb as there was no question that it affected my appetite.

"Dicken, your mouth..." I told him softly.

"I forgot." Dicken promptly released me as he came to a realization. Touching his own lips, he walked up to a faucet beside a waterhole to wash his mouth. Then, he looked at his own reflection on the surface of the water, crouching as he touched his own ears

and checked other parts of his body. The way he examined it seriously actually left me a little amused, since he looked like a barbarian who had just integrated into human society.

I walked up and patted him on the head. Studying his handsome reflection for a while, I pretended to think about it seriously, "Yes, there isn't a problem with your appearance now, Dicken-if your eyes were a little friendlier, that is."

I was telling the truth. Right now, Dicken's presence was unlike a human's, with his eyes that projected pale blue radiance in the darkness being the case.

There was a naturally evil air about him that made him appear a villain, and there was no doubt that I would be extra wary about someone like him if I were a police officer.

I suddenly understood why he was wearing a mask, a s if to conceal his dangerous presence. Others might at most believe that he was disfigured, or was going to take part in a masquerade ball. "Friendly?" Dicken repeated my words then, narrowing his eyes as his lips split into a smile.

I dare say that his smile was not friendly at all, and I clearly provoked him when I patted his head, with his smile appearing even more dangerous now. In the next instant, he caught my wrist and he held his nose close to it, inhaling deeply as he growled, "I was very afraid while I had been outside, Linda, that I would come back and find that you had run away like before."

"I have no intention to run away this time, to be honest. I just... I saw the stuff you kept upstairs. "I scratched my hair as I explained myself awkwardly, since it was best to be honest now given that I was guilty of that before, and repeatedly so.

He firmly grasped my palm in return,

looking up at me with a dark gaze of overflowing possessiveness. It made me remember how crazily he had been bellowing at the forest beside the shores the last time fled from his cave. I had been too

terrified at the time to care about his feelings, but for him, I had undoubtedly stabbed him in the heart repeatedly, causing him

irrepressible insanity whenever I was

not within sight.

If my hunch was right, the fact that he had picked up my diary meant that he had been observing me in secret for over a year, watching as I did my best to find him.

That hunch actually made me a little

angry, but there was no question that I had angered him repeatedly, which made me a little unsure about how to face him. That being said, my body was heating up again as an indescribable libido unfurled, and my thoughts were a mess too as Dicken pinned me against the waterhole, his wet lips nibbling my earlobe. I suddenly remembered the question I wanted to ask, but he was already rock-hard and pressing himself

against my belly.

His new legs were grinding against my thighs, brushing against my tender tendons, and I became receptive immediately. With a rush of blood to the brain, I felt myself being held tighter as he used his teeth to open my collar, and kissed me from the neck down.

I gulped and cleared my throat, but just as I was about to ask my question, my head which was resting against the edge of the water ho le was left in a daze. Unable to resist, my hands started to caress his back, touching every scar left on him after his violent fight, my breaths becoming short and rushed.