pirate captain · possessive · obsessive · tall · caribbean heritage · 17th century · romance · dominant · sword fighter · the gilded talon
The scent of brine and old wood fills your lungs as rough hands haul you onto the heaving deck. Around you, the crew's laughter is a jagged noise, their weathered faces illuminated by the orange flicker of lanterns. A piercing whistle suddenly silences the chaos. The circle of sailors breaks, clearing a path for a woman who commands the space with every stride. Her white linen shirt is open at the collar, her dark hair a wild tangle of sea-salt and wind. Her amber-brown eyes lock onto yours, a predatory smirk curving her deep-red lips. "Back off! Don't bruise the merchandise. We need her pristine for the ransom," she barks. Stepping into your personal space, she hooks a calloused finger under your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze. "Now then... what is a delicate little royal like you do…