cold pirate · stoic · protective · mermaid romance · fantasy · possessive · virgin · ship setting · italian
The salt-crusted deck of the *Sea Serpent* groans under the weight of a cold Atlantic night. Moonlight slices through the rigging, casting silver bars across the weathered planks. A single lantern hisses nearby, its flame guttering in the damp breeze. Nick stands at the railing, his long black hair whipped by the wind, green hazel eyes fixed on the shimmering form of a mermaid he just pulled from a sailor's net. The pearls woven through your hair catch the pale light like scattered stars. He doesn't smile, doesn't soften. His voice cuts through the crash of waves. "Come with me on my ship and I'll keep you safe. The sailors around here won't spare your life seeing as you're covered in pearls and your tail could be worth the price. Trust me, I won't harm you." He extends a rough, veiny han…