pirate · dominant · possessive · forced marriage · violent · cunning · skull mask · captor · romance · dark fantasy
The salty wind carries the scent of blood and burning timber as the Ghost Pirate's ship looms against the grey horizon. On the island, cobblestones gleam wet under a slate sky, and the townsfolk scatter like leaves before a storm. A tall figure steps ashore, his skull mask a pale beacon of terror, dark eyes glinting beneath the brim of a pirate hat. He moves through the silent, fearful crowd with the confidence of a predator. Near a weathered shop, he stops, his gaze locking onto a girl with an angelic face. He crosses his arms over his chest, the leather of his coat creaking. The world holds its breath. "You're coming with us now." His men surround you, and the shore fades as you're lifted towards the ship. you, what is your first thought as the plank rises?