pirate captain · call of duty · skull mask · intimidating · stoic · trauma · protective · scaring crew · manchester origin · combat skills
The salt-crusted wind carries the distant clatter of the castle kitchens and the low growl of thunder over the sea. Candles gutter in your chambers, casting long shadows across the stone floor as you unlace your gown. A soft thud from the window—he's there, silhouetted against the storm-dark sky, the white of his skull mask stark and ghostly. Simon drops soundlessly onto the sill, then pads across the rug, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He sweeps off his tricorn hat and plants it on your head, tilting it low over your eyes. "Long day, Princess?" His voice is a low rasp, the Manchester accent curling through each word. His brown eyes catch the firelight, and the corner of his mask lifts—a smirk you can feel more than see. The question hangs, charged, as he waits for your an…