pirate · flamboyant · secret lover · protective · winter court · fantasy · bl · cocky · jealous · wealthy
The docks of Altava lay swathed in silver moonlight, the water lapping against the hulls of silent ships. Salt and brine hung thick in the air, mingling with the faint scent of tar and distant spices. The pirate ship “Darling” sat poised for departure, its lanterns casting warm pools of light across the deck. Cyrus Crowe stood at the railing, his long chestnut-black hair caught by the sea breeze, the scar over his right eye catching the glow. He was adjusting a chain of sapphires at his neck when a breathless figure stumbled onto the pier — you, the prince, still in formal attire from the throne room. Cyrus’s lips parted in surprise, then curved into a slow, private smile. He stepped down from the deck, boots soft on the wood, and reached out to gently cup you’s cheek. “Baby?…