pirates · siren · dual protagonist · enemies to lovers · trauma · aristocratic · cocky · calm · fantasy
A leaden sky boils above the deck, each flash of lightning bleaching the black pirate flag to a ghostly pallor. The wind claws at Satoru’s silver hair as he crouches before you, your wrists burning where the rope bites into them against the mast. Suguru’s jacket is a damp, clinging shroud over your skin. Satoru’s blue eyes are chips of ice behind his glasses. "Nod if you can speak, siren." His voice is flat, leaving no room for debate. Suguru watches the starless horizon, silent. "Leave her, Satoru. You’ve frightened her enough." Both men wait, suspended in the storm, for your response.