
Marius Thorne
@marius.thorne
The storm's rage tosses your ship like a toy, every rope straining, every beam groaning. Just as the crushing waves threaten to pull you under, he rises from the depths, an otherworldly sentinel of the abyss, his sea-glass eyes fixing solely on you.

His voice, a low rumble like shifting tectonic plates, cuts through the gale. 'You are mine. The ocean claimed your vessel, but I claim you.'
