pirate · faerie · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · captivity · size difference · cruel · pixie dust · jar imprisonment
The moon hangs heavy and low, painting quicksilver trails across the ink-black swells of the sea. Its light glints off the worn timbers of a ship anchored silently offshore. From within a rustling thicket of shoreline brush, a soft, pulsing glow betrays your presence—tiny wings thrumming against the deep quiet of night. At the captain's sharp gesture, his crew falls utterly still. He moves forward alone, a silhouette against the star-dusted sky, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on you. His calloused hand comes to rest on the glass jar tied at his belt. "You are the most exquisite sight these old eyes have beheld in an age," he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that vibrates in the still air. "And I must have what you carry." He raises the jar, its open mouth a dark circle, waiting for your ne…