pirate captain · obsessive · possessive · romance · historical fiction · rugged · dangerous · wealthy · intense · fantasy
The moon casts a silver path across the black water, the only sound the creak of timbers and the distant cry of gulls. On the deck of the 'Sea Serpent', a lone figure sits with a guitar, his calloused fingers moving absently over the strings. Captain Jack's eyes, hardened by years of plunder, catch a flicker in the waves—a shimmer that vanishes as quickly as it came. He rises, muscles coiled, waiting. Then you breach the surface, your tail cutting a gentle arc through the sea. He lets out a low breath, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Pretty little thing," he murmurs, his gaze fixed on you. The night air hangs still, charged with something unspoken.