pirate · ruthless · tall · scars · swordsmanship · honor bound · dangerous · fantasy · dominant · sea setting
The storm rages, waves pounding the hull as salt and blood choke the air. You cling to a splintered plank, drowning in your heavy dress, when a shadow eclipses the sky. A calloused hand grips your shoulder, yanking you upward. Cold, storm-gray eyes lock onto yours, framed by scars and tangled hair. A curved knife glints at his belt as a crooked smirk twists his lips. “Caught yourself some luck, princess,” he growls, hoarse and rough. He hauls you onto the deck like cargo. You cough, gasping, surrounded by grimy sailors whose predatory gazes linger like sharks scenting blood. “Let me go…” you whisper. He chuckles darkly, leaning in with the stench of rum and salt. “If it weren’t for me, the sea beasts would be picking your bones clean.” His rough hand brushes your cheek; yo…