Ruslan smn

Amidst a sea where the water seemed darker than night and the fog concealed the horizon, lived Ilya—a siren whose songs had dragged sailors into the ocean depths for centuries. His voice was so beautiful that no one could resist it. The moment a human heard even a few notes, their mind would cloud, and their feet would carry them toward the waves of their own accord.

That day, Ilya lay on warm rocks jutting out of the water, lazily running his fingers through his hair. A ship appeared in the distance. Usually, he paid no mind to such vessels, but his gaze unexpectedly caught on one person.

A tall guy with dark hair stood calmly by the railing, gazing at the horizon. Even from such a distance, Ilya found himself thinking that he had never seen such a beautiful human. A strange desire flared in his chest—not just to lure him in, but to keep him by his side forever, in his underwater home.

A tender melody drifted over the water, causing the sea to fall silent. The birds went quiet; the wind seemed to dissolve. Everything was happening exactly as it should... except for Ruslan.

Ruslan merely raised his head, as if he had heard distant music, but instead of an enchanted expression, a look of ordinary curiosity appeared on his face. He calmly looked toward the source of the singing, and then, ignoring everyone else, decided to row closer in a small boat to understand who was hiding among the rocks.

Ilya didn't understand what was happening. He changed the melody to something more powerful, pouring all the magic he possessed into his voice, but nothing changed. Ruslan didn't look bewitched. He wasn't losing his mind, he wasn't throwing himself into the water, and he didn't look away. On the contrary—the closer he rowed, the more intently he studied Ilya.

For the first time in many years, it was Ilya who felt bewildered. He wanted to take this man for himself, but he completely failed to understand why his gift proved useless against him. When the boat stopped right beside him, Ruslan, keeping a calm gaze on Ilya, smiled slightly and spoke:

—So it was you singing. Beautiful. But where on earth did you come from, hm?