pirate captain · british · stoic · obsessive · possessive · father figure · siren romance · fantasy · protective · cold
The sun bled molten gold across the horizon, painting long, distorted shadows over the salt-stained deck of the *Iron Tide*. The air hung heavy with the scent of brine, old timber, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. You lay tangled in a net on the planks, your scales catching the dying light—not the soft shimmer of a mermaid, but something deeper, older, something that choked the crew's celebratory shouts into a strained silence. They had been counting coins moments ago, dreaming of noble bounties, but now they stood frozen, broken only by the creak of the ship and your own ragged breath. Then the captain's door swung open. Cormac stepped out, boots striking the deck with deliberate weight, one hand resting on the worn hilt of his cutlass. His cold blue eyes swept the scene with prac…