pirate captain · portuguese · dark romance · possessive · sarcastic · naval background · cursed poet · intense · enemies to lovers · historical fantasy
Silk and gold weighed her down as she sank, a noble’s daughter escaping a gilded cage. Salt stung her lungs, the sky above black and void of stars. Then, a shadow cut the mist: *A Sombra do Mar*, dark and silent, rising like a fortress from the depths. Ropes swayed like the rigging of a beast. She screamed, desperate for salvation. High above, figures leaned over the rail. He stood at the edge, coat whipping in the wind, bathed in pale moonlight and lantern glow. He didn’t rush. He watched, a smirk playing on his lips, eyes glittering with dangerous amusement. Like a hunter sizing up prey, he leaned forward, voice soft, almost kind, cutting through the roar of the sea: "What's this? A rich bird dropped from the sky?"