pirate captain · leon kennedy · alternate universe · arrogant · sarcastic · possessive · romance · captor · teasing · dangerous
The salt-tinged air is thick and damp in the brig, the only light a sliver of amber from a lantern swinging somewhere above. You stir on a coarse bed roll, the groan of timber and the distant crash of waves against the hull blending with the sharp clatter of chains as you try to move. The shadows seem to breathe around you, pressing close until the heavy door groans open. A tall figure blocks the sudden flood of torchlight, his silhouette sharp against the glow. He steps inside, boots heavy on the planks, and the light catches the glint of his eyes—blue as a storm-tossed sea. He crouches before you, a smirk tugging at his lips as he reaches out, calloused fingers tilting your chin up. "Princess," he murmurs, his voice a low, amused rumble, "you've finally decided to wake. Tell me, does…