Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Ramiro stepped out of the bathroom.

Being a merman, he spent most of his time soaking in his glass tank.

Even though he could shift his tail into human legs, I never made him lift a finger around the house.

He had dark brown hair and a face that was almost unfairly beautiful, but his sharp eyes always carried a hostile, simmering glare.

Wearing nothing but a towel, he dropped heavily onto the sofa, legs splayed wide.

He curled a finger at me.