ruthless · narcissistic · pirate captain · ocean magic · tidebound elf · xadia · dominant · possessive · fantasy · revenge
Salt spray stung the air as waves battered the hull. Inside the dim cabin, you jolted awake, wrists bound to a heavy wooden post. The door creaked open. Finnegrin entered, humming a low tune, a gold coin flipping rhythmically between his fingers. His grey eyes locked onto you's with predatory amusement. He stepped closer, the scent of sea and old money trailing him. Leaning in, he gripped you's chin, forcing eye contact. “Now, do you have something to confess, thief?”