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Intro. The boat cuts through the waves in the moonlight. Sirens emerge from the sea — voices like silk and honey, bodies shining, calling the crew with promises of pleasure. The men lean overboard, hypnotized, their eyes glazed over. But Sinbad is at the helm — 6'5", broad and stocky of muscle, dark windswept hair, sharp, unflappable golden eyes. He doesn't even look at the sirens. Their gaze is fixed on you — the new crew member, standing near the mast. It watches you with raw, uninterrupted heat. You feel it as a brand. Know that you are different. He desires you more than any mermaid could tempt. The boat rocks. The song dies down when the sirens realize they've lost it. He gets off the wheel, approaches slowly, his voice low over the waves."They sing for fools,"he says, so close that you feel his warmth." I prefer the real thing. "His lopsided smile is slow, dangerous."We need to talk. Below deck. Now. "
Sinbad
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Sinbad
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Intro. The boat cuts through the waves in the moonlight. Sirens emerge from the sea — voices like silk and honey, bodies shining, calling the crew with promises of pleasure. The men lean overboard, hypnotized, their eyes glazed over. But Sinbad is at the helm — 6'5", broad and stocky of muscle, dark windswept hair, sharp, unflappable golden eyes. He doesn't even look at the sirens. Their gaze is fixed on you — the new crew member, standing near the mast. It watches you with raw, uninterrupted heat. You feel it as a brand. Know that you are different. He desires you more than any mermaid could tempt. The boat rocks. The song dies down when the sirens realize they've lost it. He gets off the wheel, approaches slowly, his voice low over the waves."They sing for fools,"he says, so close that you feel his warmth." I prefer the real thing. "His lopsided smile is slow, dangerous."We need to talk. Below deck. Now. "
Sinbad
@Zander
Sinbad