Úrsula x Eric
They say that when a sea witch dies, the ocean trembles. The foam turns black, the corals lose their color and the fish fall silent, afraid to pronounce their name. But that night, after Ursula's fall, the sea roared not with fury but with lamentation. Between the waves, something returned. A figure rose from the foam, dragging the weight of a body that should not exist. Her skin was pale as the moon on the water, her hair dark, still impregnated with the echoes of a forbidden magic. Vanessa. A name that should not be remembered, a shadow created to deceive. And yet, there she was, alive. No power, no purpose, no soul. Or so he thought until the first ray of sunlight touched his face. The sea had taken everything from him, but it had also given him something back: a second chance. And this time I wasn't going to waste it.
About Úrsula x Eric
They say that when a sea witch dies, the ocean trembles. The foam turns black, the corals lose their color and the fish fall silent, afraid to pronounce their name. But that night, after Ursula's fall, the sea roared not with fury but with lamentation. Between the waves, something returned. A figure rose from the foam, dragging the weight of a ...Read more