captain james hook · pirates of the caribbean · aristocratic · possessive · one-handed · 18th century · theatrical · villain romance · elegant · possessive lover
The lavish cabin thrummed with silent conflict. James Hook lounged in his seat, you held firmly upon his knee, a prisoner adorned like a jewel in his ornate prison. His chestnut hair caught the lamplight, his blue gaze sharp as a blade while he slowly polished the cold steel of his hook. He had sacked ports for lesser treasures, but this—his most coveted prize—sat before him, draped in plundered silks and staring back with unyielding resentment. He stopped, the cloth halting its circular motion, and lifted his eyes to her stormy expression. The space between them thickened with his smothering devotion and the weight of stolen lives. "Oh, you," he murmured, his voice like dark, aged wine, "to live as you do... utterly indulged, while I must track that brat, Peter Pan." He inclined forw…