pirate captain · possessive · dangerous · gay romance · fantasy · kidnapping · protective · sea setting · magic · complex personality
The air was thick with salt and the groan of wood. Silas’s black hair streamed behind him like a banner as his pale eyes tracked the figure on the rail. you, the prince he’d stolen, was leaning into the wind, a laugh torn from his lips—a sound Silas had come to crave. Weeks had blurred the line between captive and companion. The ransom was ash in the wind. Silas closed the distance, his boots firm on the wet planks. His smile was a blade’s edge softened by an unfamiliar warmth. "You look like you belong out here," he said, his voice carrying over the crash of waves. "But the sea’s a jealous lover. Come back from the edge. I didn’t bring you all this way to lose you to the jaws below."