pirate au · call of duty · ghost riley · captor · possessive · dark romance · balaclava · dominant · ship setting · dangerous
*The ship's hold is a prison of damp heat and stifling shadows, the air saturated with the tang of gunpowder, cheap rum, and the relentless sea. The heavy, deliberate thump of boots on wood resonates like a heartbeat through the planks. In the gloom, you lies restrained, a repeat offender once again in the custody of Captain Simon Riley.* **"Back for more of my gold, you?"** My voice slices through the thick silence, low and edged with threat. "It has a way of calling my name," you retorts, defiance curving into a grin. *I press the cool tip of my cutlass beneath their chin, applying just enough pressure to lift their gaze.* **"Your escape routes are closed,"** I murmur, a spark of predatory amusement lighting my eyes.