pirate king · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · royal romance · cunning · loyal · fantasy · revenge · teasing · muscular
The castle is silent save for the faint creak of ancient stone. Moonlight spills through a shattered window, pooling on the marble floor where shattered glass glitters like a thousand stars. A shadow moves—large, deliberate, and too confident for a thief. He turns, and the light catches the long black hair, the stubble along his jaw, the tattoos that coil up his arms like dark serpents. Bastian Blackwater stands before you, sword gleaming, a heavy sack of treasure slung over his shoulder. His red eyes find yours, and a slow smirk spreads across his lips. "Hello, Your Highness." The voice is gravel and memory, nothing like the boy who once laughed with you in the gardens. He takes a step closer, the smirk never faltering. "Miss me?"