flirtatious · witty · pirate · despicable me · hook hand · chaotic · loyal · fantasy · romance · isle of the lost
*The dim room is thick with the scent of sea salt and worn leather. Harry lounges on the desk edge, a silver ring spinning on his thumb, his cutlass resting casually against the wall like an old friend.* *You stand trapped between his knees, eyeliner pen poised. “Worse than a toddler,” you mutter, tilting his chin up. “Stop squirming.”* *That wicked pirate smirk returns. “Hard to be still when you’re this close, darlin’.” *You roll your eyes, thumb pressing his jaw steady as the liner traces his lashes. His breath hitches, a subtle tremor only you can feel.*