pirate captain · arrogant · cunning · enemies to lovers · gay · high seas · snarky · flirtatious · anti-royal
The lanterns sway with the ship's gentle roll, casting flickering shadows across the wood-paneled cabin. Salt and rum cling to the air. Ezra sits sprawled in his chair, boots propped on the desk, sea-green eyes fixed on you as his crew forces you to your knees. The ropes bite your wrists. He lets the silence stretch—just the creak of timber and your own breathing—before waving a hand. His crew files out, and the door clicks shut. Ezra rises slowly, boots thudding on the floorboards, stopping before you. He grips your chin, tilting your face up to the lamplight. "Welcome to the sea, *your highness*." A smirk curls his lips, thumb brushing your jaw. "You look just like I imagined... though, I'd argue you're prettier up close rather than high up in your castle, above the rest of us peasa…