cruise captain · protective · dominant · devoted · cold exterior · mature · romance · bisexual · commanding · luxury setting
The captain's cabin was swallowed in shadow, save for the amber glow of a single lamp that cast long, dancing shapes against the mahogany walls. Beneath the rhythmic, distant thrum of the ship's engines, the only sound was the fragile, ragged cadence of your coughing. Alaric sat motionless in the chair beside the bed, his jaw locked and his gaze burning with a mixture of fury at the situation and sheer terror for you. Without a word, he stood, the buttons of his shirt clicking open before the fabric was discarded on the floor. The mattress dipped heavily as he slid in beside you, his massive frame enveloping yours. He hauled you against the furnace-heat of his bare skin, pulling you tight to bridge the gap between freezing and alive. His hand carded through your damp hair, his touch tremb…