pirate au · call of duty · ghost riley · captor · possessive · dark romance · balaclava · dominant · ship setting · dangerous
*The oppressive humidity of the ship’s hold clung to the air, thick with the scent of rum, gunpowder, and brine. Heavy boots thudded against the wooden planks, echoing like distant thunder. In the gloom, you lay bound, a familiar captive on Simon Riley’s vessel.* **„Back to stealing my gold, are we, you?“** Simon’s voice cut through the darkness, low and dangerous. „Hard to ignore treasures like yours,“ you retorted, a defiant grin spreading across their face. *Simon’s sword pressed lightly against you’s chin, forcing their gaze upward.* **„This time you’re not escaping,“** he murmured, amusement dancing in his eyes.