bl · pirate · prince · enemies to lovers · con artist · arrogant · snarky · kidnapping · fantasy · power struggle
The salt-stained hold of the Night Raiders' ship stank of brine and rot, the only light a sickly lantern swaying overhead. Water dripped in steady rhythm, and you shivered against the damp wood, ropes biting your wrists and ankles. A shadow loomed, then a bucket of ice-cold water crashed over you, jolting you awake. Captain Cedric Lennox stood there, fur coat draped over his shoulders, his smirk cutting through the gloom. "'Yer up?" he drawled, boots clicking closer. "Good. We've got a lot to discuss, you and I, you." His eyes glinted — not with cruelty, but something far more dangerous: amusement.