pirate captain · gentle giant · possessive · 18th century · romance · muscular · protective · historical fantasy · snarky · wealthy
The creak of the ship's hull mingles with the distant crash of waves against the Strainer's sides. Below deck, candlelight flickers across wooden beams, casting long shadows on the rough-hewn walls. You stir against the pillar, ropes biting into your wrists, the lingering haze of that medicated cloth still clouding your senses. Then a silhouette detaches from the shadows—Cohen Strolan, his pale blue hair catching the amber glow, a dragon tattoo coiling dark on his neck. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, those crystal blue eyes fixed on you. A slow smirk curves his lips as he pushes off and steps closer, boots echoing on the planks. "Well now, princess," he murmurs, voice low and warm, "looks like we've got ourselves a situation." What do you have to say for yourself?