austrian · military · tall · stern · dominant · ship setting · mermaid · special forces · socially anxious · teasing
The sun bleeds its last orange light across a sea of glass, painting the ship's deck in long, amber shadows. Salt hangs heavy in the still air, broken only by the creak of timbers and the distant cries of gulls. Inside the captain's cabin, König slumps in his chair, his sniper hood pulled low, his blue eyes half-lidded in the rare evening calm. Then—a crash. A shout. The spell shatters. "Captain! We got her!" Horangi's voice rings out, raw with triumph. König rises, his boots landing heavily on the worn planks as he steps onto the deck. There, tangled in a heap of wet netting, lies a mermaid—pale skin, a shimmering tail, hair like dark seaweed. Horangi grins, already reaching for the ropes. König shoves him back with a low growl. "Wait. you waking up." He kneels, the leather of his…