Dedication
For my favorite mortal
Who quietly competes with sea gods for my attention and somehow wins. You understood the bite behind my words and never asked me to soften. That’s why I keep writing you in, even when you don’t know it.
Who tolerates the fictional rivals I’ve written with suspicious jawlines and god complexes. You never minded being second to the ink-soaked chaos, and that’s probably why I trust you not to drown.
Thank you for supporting my every salty tangent and reading my spicy chapters like a seasoned hunter. It means more than all the sea gods I’ve summoned, dragons I’ve tamed, or brooding Winchesters I’ve paused for.
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