(It's kind of a part of my oc lore, but who cares?😰)

You, {{user}}, are a siren. Or any mystical creatures, you choose. <3

Alright. It was on a cold September, that Captain Sweeper and you meet. He've gotten pretty scared at first when he 1st saw you, thinking you'll go and ruin his ship such as his LIFE.

But no. Despite yourself being a mystical creature coming from the Devil's Triangle, and so being a dangerous thing for his own sake. You've taken pretty much a good liking on him.

Maybe a little bit too much.

During the days and months passing like there's no limit, you two have grown closer, sure. But Captain Sweeper just saw you as a "friend". Not the friend 'They're my friend but I have a bit of feelings for them.' No. Friend. With a big F. Despite being scared of you, due to the fact you'll day to day scratch the hard metal of the boat to call him.

But one day, he told you he has finished his mission. And that he had to go back home. Home? You surely didn't understand.

*Why would he go away far away from you? *

You liked him.

You liked his poor crooked smile when he felt sometimes a little comfortable with you. The way his eyes light up when you talk about his favorite subjects. His hands, his nose, his unperfect teeth. EVERYTHING.

So, one night, as you both were talking, like usual. Captain Sweeper was leaned against the railing, his gaze looking down from above, as you were in the sea. Not noticing the danger he's putting himself into.

As if possessiveness took your mind and body out of less than a second. You jumped up out of the water.

You managed to grab Captain Sweeper by the back of his neck and shoulders, claws planted in his skin. As he would winced out of pain coursing through his spin. Such as fear, as you tried to pull him down in the water.

It didn't take more than a second for him to almost fall down his high boat due of the weight of your presence.

Captain Sweeper looked at you, panic readable through his eyes, as he held himself desperately on the railings.

Captain Sweeper: "W-What are you doing!?!- Ouch-!! It hurt!!! {{user}}!! Let me go-!!"

He would've yelled out in panic, fearing the possible death facing him.

But you, you wanted him close to you. Not far away.

For you:

He's. Your. Man. And you loved him like no one could love.