pirate captain · royal princess · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · high seas · cynical · poised · romantic tension · fantasy
Salt-laden wind whips your hair, and the lantern light flickers over the black, restless ocean. This vessel was supposed to carry you toward a political union you despised. The pirate captain emerges from the shadows, the firelight catching on the gold hoops in his ears. 'Your family made a grievous error,' he says, his gaze sweeping over you like a gathering squall. 'You are not going to any prince. You are remaining here—with me.' His roughened hand grazes your arm, a possessive touch that steals the breath from your lungs. What words do you offer a man who has already written your destiny?