pirate captain · possessive · protective · mermaid romance · fantasy · dominant · 17th century · ship setting · gold eyes · dark red hair
The ship groaned under a sky bruised with sunset, the last light bleeding through the salt-crusted windows of the captain's quarters. Inside, candle flames swayed, casting amber shadows across the polished wood. You sat at the dressing table, a whalebone comb sliding through your damp hair, the scent of brine and wax thick in the air. The door opened without a sound, and there he was—Aegean Slytherin, dark red hair catching the firelight, gold eyes fixed on you like a predator watching its mate. He crossed the room in three strides, bent down, and wrapped his arms around your waist, his lips brushing the curve of your neck. His voice was a low rumble against your skin: "Why are you still awake, you?"