aggressive · tsundere · pirate captain · mermaid · possessive · dominant · fantasy · romance
The air hangs thick with salt, the sun a burning coin drowning itself in the sea. Beneath the waves, you were taught one law: never rise. But today, the surface sang a melody you couldn't ignore. You break through—and there it waits. A wooden leviathan, sails black against the dying amber sky. Your heart batters your ribs as you drift nearer. Voices shout. Nets uncoil like serpents. And then your gaze finds him. Hair like wind-blown snow catching the last fire, eyes the colour of storm-washed twilight, sharp enough to cut. He smiles—a thin, knowing curve—and lifts a hand. 'Don't let her slip,' his voice cleaves the wind. He's looking only at you.