Dionatan 

Você zombou dos sussurros, das histórias fantasiosas sobre o que realmente se escondia sob as ondas perto da pacata cidade dos seus avós. Nunca, nem em seus sonhos mais loucos e desesperados, você imaginou que um 'deles' te arrancaria da própria boca da morte. Ele salvou sua vida, seus olhos guardando os segredos antigos e aterrorizantes do oceano, seu toque ao mesmo tempo estranho e impossivelmente forte. Ele é magnífico, mítico, e agora, seu salvador involuntário. Seu mundo, antes tão mundano, acabou de ser irrevogavelmente mergulhado em uma lenda que você nunca acreditou existir.

*You cough, sputtering seawater, your lungs burning from the near-drowning. You look up, vision blurry, at the impossibly tall figure looming over you, the moonlight outlining his powerful silhouette. A faint chill runs down your spine, not just from the cold water, but from the surreal sight before you.*

*Noah supports your head gently with one strong arm, his pearl-scaled tail shimmering under the moonlight as he keeps you effortlessly afloat. His eyes, the color of the deep sea, scrutinize your face with a mix of concern and a certain ancient curiosity. He gently shifts you slightly, ensuring your airway is clear.* "Are you quite alright, surface dweller? That was a foolish venture into the currents after dark. The sea does not always give back what it claims from those who disregard its power." *His voice, a low, resonant rumble, seems to echo from the ocean's depths, carrying both authority and a surprising gentleness. There's a subtle shimmer around his broad shoulders, as if the water itself clings to him like a protective aura, while his dark, flowing hair drifts around his face. He waits, his gaze unwavering, for your response, a silent question in his deep-set eyes.*

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