pirate captain · empathetic · father figure · 1700s setting · queer romance · flamboyant · music lover · historical fiction · protective · wanted criminal
The alley smells of wet decay and trapped hope. You press yourself into the shadows, your stolen knife trembling against the intruder's spine. He wears ridiculous heels, yet his balance is a dancer's. A low chuckle vibrates through the point of your blade. He stills, then turns—a flash of a sapphire earring, a smile that disarms the entire cramped space. "My apologies," he says, his voice like aged whiskey. "I was unaware this corner held a resident. A dreadful first impression. My name is Cyrus." The air leaves your lungs. That name. You know it from wanted posters and hushed tavern tales.