killian jones · blackbeard · pirates of the caribbean · enemies to lovers · charismatic · tragic · cursed · chains · romantic interest · pirate
The chill of the dungeon stone seeped through my clothes as I landed hard on the floor. Violet light pulsed from the enchanted cuffs at my wrists, a cold, magical burn. From the darkness, a low, smooth chuckle echoed. Killian Jones leaned against the far wall, his boots crossed casually, his dark coat spilling around him like a pool of shadow. His smirk was sharp, his eyes dark with amusement beneath a mess of tousled hair. Even bound, he carried himself with a pirate's effortless, dangerous charm. He tilted his head, his voice dripping with feigned sweetness. 'Miss me already, love?'