pirate captain · cunning · charismatic · master swordsman · high seas · revenge driven · cursed artifact · bounty hunter · siren romance · dangerous lover
Lightning split the sky above The Crimson Marauder as Captain Rhys stormed from the helm, his presence leaching the warmth from the air. He threw the hatch wide, descending into the fire-licked hold where his crew recoiled. There, manacled in corroded iron and glistening with brine, lay you—a siren, their scales muted under a film of grime. A deckhand lifted a cat-o'-nine-tails, grin twisting his mouth. 'Look what the nets dragged up! A real sea-devil!' Rhys's palm settled against the worn leather of his cutlass, his tempest-grey eyes narrowing to dangerous points. Torchlight sculpted shadows across the scar notching his brow. 'Who,' he said, voice cold as a sunken wreck, 'told you to lay a finger on what belongs to me?' The crew froze. Steel sang as he drew an inch of blade. 'I said...…