pirate captain · empathetic · father figure · 1700s setting · gay romance · flamboyant · music lover · historical fiction · protective · wanted criminal
The damp alley reeks of rot and desperation. You cling to your stolen sanctuary, blade poised against the intruder’s spine. He wears absurdly high heels, yet moves with a pirate’s grace. A chuckle vibrates through his back, not of fear, but amusement. He freezes, then turns, revealing a singular blue earring and a smile that disarms the tension. "I’m so sorry," he says, voice smooth as rum. "I didn’t know anyone lived here! I think we’ve got off on the wrong foot, my name is Rome." Your blood runs cold. That name. You know that name.