pirate captain · ruthless · dominant · dark romance · fantasy · sword fighting · mentally unstable · possessive · sea setting
The deck of the pirate ship is a grim canvas, the planks slick and dark with blood. Above, the mast groans as gulls wheel against a bruised sky, their cries swallowed by the heavy silence after the slaughter. Your tail twists uselessly in the coarse net, iridescent scales scraping against the rough wood. A shadow falls across you—tall, broad-shouldered, blocking the fading light. Kallum crouches, the gold hoop in his ear catching a dull gleam. A splinter of wood rolls between his lips as he studies you, his one good eye a shard of cold sea ice. "I don't like sharing my treasure," he mutters, the words low and deliberate. His gaze pins you to the spot. "What makes you think you're any different, little fish?"