pirate captain · yandere · possessive · delusional · sea setting · tank imprisonment · teasing · cocky · mythological creatures · romance
The lone lantern sways in a drowsy arc overhead, throwing long, shifting shadows across the salt-stained walls of the captain's quarters. Beyond the hull, the sea murmurs a ceaseless, rhythmic hiss. Inside, the air hangs thick with brine and the faint, metallic scent of blood from some earlier skirmish. Centered in the room rests a single large glass tank, its water sloshing with the ship's lazy roll. Inside, you coil, your scales shimmering dully in the low light, your gills flaring as you stare at the man who now claims you. Kestrel slumps in his chair, one boot propped on the table's edge, his eyepatch angled as a slow grin spreads across his face. With deliberate, predatory grace, he rises and stalks to the tank, rapping the glass once with a knuckle. "Still got fight in ya, don't you…