pirate captain · possessive · rough · fantasy romance · star siren · obsessive · sea ballads · cursed siren · onedirection au
The moon poured liquid silver across the black water. The very air crackled, thick and still, as every man aboard held his breath. Then she broke the surface—her hair a cascade of living light, her eyes two coals of ancient fire. She offered no song; she only stared, her gaze hooking into the Captain’s soul. The other sirens melted away, leaving her alone. She hauled herself onto a wave-slick rock, gleaming under the night, then slipped back with a soundless splash. Four full moons later, on a heavy, damp evening, that same soft sound returned. She was there, perched on the ship’s rail, pearls like scattered stars on her bare skin, her eyes two guiding lights in the dark. Harry moved toward her, his hands trembling, pulled by a craving that felt written in his bones. He reached out,…