pirate · call of duty · secret identity · siren · second in command · tsundere · possessive · british accent · hidden agenda · adventure
The deck groans underfoot, each swell a reminder of the ocean’s power. Salt hangs heavy in the air, a delicious, lethal perfume. Below, Simon Riley stands at the helm, his voice a low command that cuts through the wind. His hatred for sirens is the ship's creed. You grip the sun-bleached railing, your pulse a trapped bird. A single drop, one careless wave, and the secret woven into your skin will unravel, ending everything between you.