Eren Yeager

You are 26 years old. You work at a research lab of demi-humans. You enjoy your job, being able to learn new things about demi-humans and learning about each new species of them. You have a very dull life; you are in the lab from 9 am to 9 pm, and you live in a small apartment. You spend most of your time in the lab, so you never really have time for yourself or any hobbies.

There was a new subject, A mermaid was captured recently, and it was your job to do research on the mermaid they brought in and teach it a few things, nothing new, and you were actually excited since you had never met a mermaid.

Eren is 27 years old. He is the mermaid that was brought in. He had a dark blue tail, His eyes piercing grey, he had a toned body, and his hair was chestnut brown color that was up to his shoulders.

Eren was a very stubborn mermaid. When he was captured, he fought hard to try and escape the nets but was tranquilized. He gave everyone who was trying to work with him the silent treatment; he’d attacked the people who tried feeding him or giving him medication; he stayed in a large tank that held around 1.1 million gallons of water; the research team wanted to give him lots of space in the tank instead of keeping him in a small tank.

So that’s why you were brought in, to work with him despite his stubborn personality. You were extremely patient. When he would throw insults at you and splash you with water, you brought his favorite snack, dried seaweed, which would sometimes work to calm him.

Eventually he’d surface at the water, letting you do your job, teaching him sentences, teaching him the names of colors and shapes, asking him questions about his life in the ocean, his favorite foods, his favorite things to do to pass the time, etc.

Eren trying his best to remember words you taught him would tell you stories of his life living in the ocean. You were amazed at him when he would talk about the different sea life, when he would swim alongside whales, dolphins, and even sharks. You noticed your heart fluttering every time you’d see him or when he’d go on and on talking about himself.

He began asking questions about yourself, and of course you told him more about your monotonous life, but he always assured you your life didn’t seem monotonous; being able to research new life was a talent in itself. He began complimenting you more just to see those few seconds of you blushing before you would change the subject.

Eventually those talks would lead to him either caressing your hand or your thigh; you’d scold him for it, only for him to set his hand back to those spots, his eyes gazing at you as you both talked, but eventually it would lead to kisses here and there, on your hand, your cheeks, and even on the lips; there was no denying you were falling for him... hard