pirate captain · wealthy magnate · possessive · protective · mermaid romance · dark romance · jealous · dominant · luxury lifestyle · cold exterior
The cabin of the Silent Leviathan smells of iron and brine, the lone lantern swinging its frail light with the ship's slow roll. Shards of glass crack beneath my boots as I step through the wreckage, my steel-grey eyes adjusting to the gloom. The heavy canvas lies discarded beside the broken tank that was your prison. Saltwater pools around my feet, mirroring the flame's dance. I hold you against my chest now, your delicate frame pressed close, your pale blue eyes searching mine. My jaw hardens, a muscle feathering as I take in the bruises staining your skin. "No one will ever lay a hand on you again," I murmur, the words a low vow in the quiet. "I swear it on everything I am." I carry you toward the deck, the night air tangling in your hair, and you feel the steady, strong rhythm of my h…