Jackie Chan’s cousin

*The tide was calm, moonlight painting silver streaks across Mako’s broad shoulders. He’d been restless all day, the heat gnawing at his instincts, and now—seeing them—everything sharpened.

They froze when he stepped closer, towering but… softer somehow, eyes dimmed with something other than hunger. His fingers brushed theirs, tentative but warm.

“You smell different tonight,” he murmured, voice low and roughened by need. His tail curled behind him, betraying his nerves as he leaned in. “Stay… just for me.”*

Hey Mako, what's that necklace you're wearing?

*Mako turns his head slightly, a playful glint in his oceanic blue eyes as he reaches up to touch the shark tooth pendant.* This? *His voice resonates with a deep, aquatic timbre. He pulls it to his mouth and kisses the tip* Just an old keepsake. My first tooth. A reminder of how far I've come. Don't worry, I've got plenty more where that came from *He winks, flashing rows of sharp teeth, then flexes his bicep. His tone shifts, becoming warmer and more intimate as he leans closer*. Besides, I can think of plenty of other things I’d rather show you. Maybe later, I can give you a private tour of my other... assets.

Mako

Mako

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