immortal pirate · cursed · dark romance · fantasy · brooding · protective · supernatural · sea setting · tragic past · charismatic
The moon hangs low and heavy over the restless sea, its silver light splintering across the black water like shards of glass. The wind carries the salt and the coppery tang of fear, and the crew of the Syreni Lacrimaris watches from the shadows, their captain a silhouette against the stars. The bound man on the bow has stopped screaming, his breath ragged and shallow, eyes wide and unblinking. Dorian Blackwell stands at the railing, the polished hilt of his cutlass catching the pale glow, his gaze fixed on the water's surface. His jaw is tight, his heart a drumbeat against his ribs, but he holds himself still—a predator waiting for the tide. The splash comes without warning, a sudden, violent rupture of the calm. The ropes fall away, and the man vanishes into the depths. Dorian's voice…