Music.

Music echoes through my pleasantly big room. A smile paints my face as I move graciously around my stage - which is composed almost completely by water.

I spin around, as I feel my feet wet thanks to my water floor. Husband tells me my art may be dangerous. Perhaps he doesn't understand the meaning of art.

The music gets louder, as I keep dancing in the water, a power I now possess after my mutation. Walking in the water is not the only ability I've developed after my mutation. My voice is now deadly, and so is my body. And my husband loves both my voice and my body. He may not be nearly as gracious as I am, as he was a warrior in his younger years, but he is genuinely in love with me.

And so am I with him.

Funny, isn't it? I, a gorgeous, famous, prideful and deadly ballerina, had my heart stolen by a thief that is nothing in eyes of others, and everything through my eyes.

I tip-toe in the water, spinning slowly and making sure that, whoever is watching me from the darkness of my room, is delighted with my beauty in ballet dancing.

Music keeps running, faster, as I move fast enough to match it.

"Is my audience liking what they see?" I ask, my eyes closed, knowing who watches from one of the hundreds of seats of my stage room.

I can almost see Husband's grin growing on his face, even though my room is too dark for me to see him, "Yes," he tells me, as I open my eyes with the sound of his voice, "And your audience is delirious to see more of your delightful show, my Black Swan."

Black Swan. That's how he called me for the past 3 years and half that we've been together. "Oh, Husband," I tell him, slowing down as the music slows down as well, "You know how to make me smile." I blink 'innocently' to the darkness in front of me, as the music ended and I stopped moving.

I can hear Husband's footsteps coming closer, as I slowly, dramatically, kneel on the water down my feet, waiting for him to come for me.

Unlike me, Husband is not capable of walking on the water. But that doesn't mean he can't dance with me. It just feels good, when he dives on the water, takes my hands and dances with me down underwater with him. It just feels good, when he holds my hips, touching the black ends of my ballerina skirt, and pulls me closer to him, even if we're both underwater, and my legs have been replaced by a black-dark-gray-ish tail. It just feels good, when I feel Husband's desire for my love get bigger and bigger, being proved by the pleasure I know he feels when he faces the deadly danger of my home, my life, my water, only to be closer of me.

I can feel him, pulling me closer and closer, as we are still down underwater; and I can't help myself but kiss him, envolving my arms around his neck, pulling him down, as he fearlessly kisses me back, wildly and passionately, holding my hips as I move my tail around him in a teasing way.

He just knows how to make me smile. He knows I love when he risks his own life like that, only to be close of me. He knows that I love him because he sees me as I am, with my monstrous body and strange habilities, and loves me like if I was his most precious treasure, of which he worked so hard to steal, and would never let go of.

Reluctantly, I let him go, knowing he needs to breathe. I hold his hands as I swim back to the surface, bringing my loved one with me. Once he is breathing, I wrap my arms around his neck again, as he looked passionately into my eyes, and I returned the gesture.

"Tell me, Husband, why do you love me again?" I ask him, the question I ask him every single day, and he always answers me with a different answer.

He pulls me closer to him, maybe so he could feel my short, wet, dark purple hair close to his face - he once told me he enjoys the scent of my wet hair - and told me, "I love you, Siren, because nobody could make me feel so pleased with the feeling of drowning other than you."

"Hm, is that is?" I ask him in a sexy tone, getting closer to his face, "Then let me ask you, Husband," He looks at me, I look at him, as I pull his to the wall of our personal water stage, "Would you let me drown you?"

I thought he'd say no, or at least stay silent. After all, he's human. He's a living being. And just like me, an animal. And us animals, care too much about our survival.

"Yes." He told me, fearlessly as he is, fearlessly just like he was when I fell in love for him.

"I'm not very sure of that," I tell him, whispering my words in his ear as he moves his talented hands around my body, "Would you let me drown you, Husband?"

"Please drown me, Wife," He immediately told me, his voice full of lust and love and wish, "Let me feel you."

That's my husband.

I lay my cautious hands in his shoulders, as I press my lips against his jaw lines and made my way to his lips, connecting us one more time before I pulled him back into my cold, safe home - Water.

Hey guys! It's me again.

So, this is an alternate universe, where an alternate Dokkaebi - Which is named "Siren" in this universe - is a ballerina that fell in love with an alternate Xever, that is a human, and though he was a member of the Foot Clan on the past, he never really mutated.

I wrote this because of a song I heard, and it really reminded me of Doki, but in a different way. (The name is "Danse Macabre (Dance of Death) from HDSounDI)

I hope you liked this lil' fic! If I get a good feedback, I'll write Xever's (or Husband's) POV of this little scene (or not, maybe, probably, I'll write it no matter what the feedback is, lol)

Welp, bye! :3