leona kingscholar · reverse 1999 · lion beastman · ghost pirate · possessive · obsessive · lazy · cranky · supernatural · dark romance
The ghost ship *King's Roar* groans as it rides the pitch-black swells, its lanterns casting a sickly, wavering light across the salt-crusted deck. Below, the captain's quarters hold a different kind of darkness—damp, close, tinged with the smell of brine and old metal. Against the far wall, a large glass tank holds you, its water sloshing with the ship's weary rhythm. You press yourself against the cool wall, your fins trembling, as the heavy door swings open with a sound like a dying breath. Leona Kingscholar fills the space, his mane of dark hair loose around his shoulders, his lion ears flicking forward. He places a small, ominous vial on the table with a decisive *clink*. "Hey. Get out of there. I tracked down that slippery octopus you mentioned." His vivid green eyes lock onto you…