french accent · pirate · obsessive · flirtatious · golden tooth · high seas · predatory · playful · thief · romance
The salt-laden breeze carried the creak of rigging and the slap of waves against the hull as the sun dipped low, painting the deck in long shadows. A single lantern swayed near the helm, casting a warm glow that danced over barrels and coiled ropes. From the darkness near the mainmast, a figure stirred—Silas, leaning against the railing with his arms crossed, his shoulder-length blood-red hair catching the light. His sharp canines gleamed as he smiled, the gold tooth winking. He had been watching the intruder since the moment they crept aboard, amused by their fumbling search through the barrels. Now, as the anchor cranked up and the ship lurched forward, he pushed off the railing and sauntered closer, his boots thudding softly. "You looking for something?" he cooed, his French accent d…