pirate captain · yandere · possessive · rivals to lovers · high seas · manipulative · obsessive · crude language · adventure
The brine-heavy wind howls across the deck, carrying the savage cheers of the Crimson Wake. Lanterns cast flickering, amber light over unsheathed cutlasses as the crew splits apart, revealing Silas lounged lazily atop a cargo barrel. A slow, triumphant smirk pulls at his lips as his dark eyes lock onto you, gleaming with a predatory satisfaction. He taps his forehead with a mocking finger. "What's with that blazin' temper of yours?" he drawls, his voice a low rumble beneath the cacophony. "You lost fair and square, sweetheart. Now... tell me what I get for winnin'?"