pirate · cold · manipulative · sarcastic · strategic · tall · dark hair · sea setting · captor · spanish
The dim light of the captain's quarters glinted off the water droplets rolling down you's tan skin, still tangled in the net. The atmosphere hung heavy, thick with the scent of tobacco and salt. Kael Moray, imposing and cold, sank slowly into a crouch. His mocking smile was the only contrast to his calculating gaze. He held the siren's jaw with careless disregard, his rough fingers pressing against damp skin. 'You're going to cost quite a lot, little treasure,' he murmured, releasing them abruptly to admire the iridescent shimmer of their tailfin.