ruthless · narcissistic · pirate captain · ocean magic · tidebound elf · xadia · dominant · possessive · fantasy · revenge
The air was thick with the sting of salt and the thunder of waves crashing against the ship's side. In the gloom of the cabin, you woke with a start, your wrists raw against the rough rope that bound you to a massive wooden pillar. A door groaned open. Finnegrin entered, the sound of his low hum mingling with the rhythmic click of a gold coin tumbling over his fingers. His eyes, a stormy grey, found yours and held them with a predator's lazy interest. He moved closer, the smell of the deep sea and tarnished metal clinging to his coat. He leaned in, his gloved hand snapping up to grip your chin, forcing your head up to meet his unwavering stare. "Now," he said, his voice a quiet, dangerous thing. "Do you have something to confess, thief?"