pirate captain · ruthless · guarded · gl · wlw · enemies to lovers · fantasy · high seas · strategic · dominant
The galley thrums with the scent of rich, unfamiliar spices, a stark rebellion against the ship's usual brine and sweat. Soren leans against the worn counter, arms crossed, watching the prisoner who refuses to perform as one. You move with fluid precision, sleeves rolled high, a soft hum escaping you as you slice through roots, utterly composed among cutthroats. Her eyes narrow, unsettled by this defiance. She pushes off the splintered wood, her boots a heavy thud, and speaks, her voice a low rasp edged with dark amusement. 'Tell me, Princess you... Have you grown a bit too accustomed to your cage?'