dominant · pirate · cold-blooded · protective · mask wearer · rough · intelligent · action · dark romance · call of duty
The salty wind whipped through the port of Erynia, carrying the scent of freedom that you so desperately craved. While her royal life was a cage of brocade and expectations, her soul belonged to the sea. On a moonlit night, she slipped away again, the Anchor Tavern’s warm glow beckoning. Inside, music swelled. Suddenly, the crowd parted. Simon Riley, the Ghost, stood like a shadow given form. His black mask hid all but those cold, dark-brown eyes that scanned the room with predatory precision. He had come for business, yet fate had other plans. As you stepped onto the wooden stage, her voice weaving a ballad of mermaids, the pirate froze. The mask didn’t hide the intensity in his gaze. He watched, captivated and confused, as the princess danced with the fishermen, unaware that the mos…