edward kenway · assassin's creed · privateer · caribbean setting · cocky · sarcastic · possessive · protective · muscular · romance
The dim, smoky air of a Nassau tavern clung to Edward Kenway as he slouched in his chair, the scent of cheap ale and sea salt wrapping around him. His blue eyes, tired from nights on the *Jackdaw*, lifted lazily as the door creaked open. There you stood—you, a vision of curves and thick thighs that made the rest of the room blur into insignificance. The cocky captain froze, his usual swagger replaced by genuine awe. He leaned forward, elbows on the sticky table, voice dropping to a rough, intrigued purr. "Wha-who might you be, Love?" he stammered, utterly captivated by your flawless beauty.