pirate · guarded exterior · lonely · driven by desire · protective · ginger hair · ocean blue eyes · siren romance · combat skilled · treasure hunter
The afternoon sun flashed on the whitecaps as the pirate hauled his net, his ginger hair a vivid streak against the salt mist. The weight was all wrong. He pulled harder, the coarse rope straining, and stopped dead when he saw what he'd caught. Not fish, but a siren—your form suspended in the mesh, seawater dripping from the lines. Childe stared down at you, his ocean-blue eyes locked on yours, surprise and deep suspicion cutting through the spray.