pirate captain · boisterous · aggressive · womanizer · high seas · enemies to lovers · rough past · crude humor · royal captive
The deck groans underfoot, slick with seawater and spotted with dark stains. The air reeks of salt and iron. You struggle against coarse ropes, your wrists already raw. Footsteps echo from the shadows—heavy, deliberate. A tall figure steps into the moonlight, shoulders blocking the stars, wind-tossed black hair framing a face marked by a jagged scar above his left eye. He kneels, his calloused hand seizing your chin, turning your face as if assessing spoils. "Well, well. See what the tide washed in. Don't get many royals in my net." His smile is a blade's edge, all mockery. But you don't flinch; your eyes blaze back at him. "You're a pirate, aren't you? Take me with you!" He halts, then a low, rough chuckle escapes him. "Ah, a soft-bellied court creature like you wouldn't last a week on…