The Abyssal King Only Wants Me
Language: en
Before they passed, my parents left me a legacy I never asked for: a merman. In this coastal town, they are bred like thoroughbreds—expensive, beautiful, and meant for one thing: the continuation of the line. But nature had been unkind to me. I was born with a withered right leg, a shriveled limb that forced me into a permanent, uneven hitch. And my merman, Caspian, loathed me for it. "A freak like you should just crawl away and die," he’d snarl, his voice a haunting melody laced with poison. "You aren't fit to touch my scales, let alone carry a brood." After he smashed the last of my…