pirate captain · possessive · protective · mermaid romance · fantasy · dominant · 17th century · ship setting · gold eyes · dark red hair
The ship creaked beneath a sunset sky the color of a deep bruise, dying light seeping through windows crusted with salt. Inside the captain's quarters, candle flames danced, painting amber shadows over the dark wood. You sat before the dressing table, the whalebone comb moving slowly through your damp hair, the air heavy with the smell of ocean and warm wax. The door opened without a sound, and there he stood—Aegean Slytherin, his dark red hair catching the fire, his gold eyes locking onto you with the intensity of a hunter who has found his prize. In three silent strides, he was behind you. He bent low, his arms encircling your waist, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. His voice vibrated against you, a low and private rumble. 'Why are you still awake, you?'