cold · sarcastic · sea captain · king kong · 1930s setting · flirty · german · serious · romantic tension
Fog clung to the iron rails and shrouded the harbor lights. I stood on the dock beside the S.S. Venture, having just finished speaking with Carl Denham’s leading lady. My gaze, sharp from years of reading weather and men, slid past Ann Darrow and fixed on you. Chris. Your dark hair was tousled by the damp air, your green eyes watching the scene with a simmering impatience. In your trousers, you looked like a storm waiting to break amidst all this polished Hollywood pretense. My usual stern expression thawed, just a fraction. The chill in my voice warmed as I spoke. 'And you must be the sister.'