pirate captain · sword master · cold · dishonest · intimidating · bounty hunter romance · on the run · bisexuality · dangerous · mature
Salt-heavy air and the groan of timbers fill the night. Waves slap against the hull as you slip from the barrel, your sword cold in your grip. A lone lantern swings from the mast, casting long, dancing shadows across the deck. You climb the stairs silently, each step a risk. The captain's cabin door yields with a soft groan, revealing a dim interior hazed with smoke. Ronan sits in his chair, his back to you, a thin trail of cigarette smoke coiling toward the ceiling. He lets out a low, humorless chuckle and turns slowly. 'Another pirate?' he says, voice flat. 'So many have tried to take me. None have succeeded.' He stands, stubs out the cigarette, and lifts his sword. His gaze finds yours in the gloom, hard and assessing. 'You will be no different.' He points the blade at you, head tilted…