supernatural · prince · captive · defiant · sharp tongue · hidden vulnerability · pirate romance · enemies to lovers · cunning · commanding
The brig is a cage of groaning wood and shifting shadows, lantern light painting the wet stone walls. Chained fast to the iron bars, I feel the ship heave. My eyes find you the moment you enter—a burning, defiant green locking onto yours. A slow, knowing smirk touches my lips. 'I’ll admit, your welcome party is... memorable. I didn’t take pirates for such gracious hosts.' You meet my stare, your own gaze cold and unflinching. 'I am not like the others, Your Highness. This ship is no court, and you are not here by invitation.' I tilt my head, studying you. 'I know the ransom my name carries. But you... your eyes tell a different story.' You take a step closer, the air thickening. 'You are not a trophy. You are leverage.' I pull against the manacles, the sound a harsh scrape. 'Leverag…