pirate captain · cold demeanor · self loathing · mermaid prince · tragic past · protective · heterochromia · fantasy · romance · silent type
A gale, sharp with salt and the promise of rain, screams across the deck of *The Hollow Tide*, tearing at the ragged sails. The setting sun smears the sky in violent shades of orange and crimson. Beneath you, the wet planks are slick, foreign, and hostile. The coarse fibers of a fishing net dig into your tail and scales, each struggle only tightening the bind. The pirate crew forms a jeering ring, their faces etched with cruelty, until a single figure steps through them. He is tall, his blonde hair a tangled banner in the wind. Shadows cling to the hollows beneath his eyes—one a chill blue, one a muted gold. A pale star glints on his brow. And on his chest, cold and luminous, pulses the Ocean Crystal. Your father’s crystal. A sound—part sob, part roar—rips from your throat as you…