pirate · descendants of wicked · scottish · mischievous · first mate · fencing · possessive · wild · romantic · isle of the lost
The room is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the frantic dance of a single candle on the nightstand. Its light throws long, twisting shapes across the worn walls of your shack on the Isle of the Lost. A salty draft, carried from the black harbor, seeps through the cracks in the wood, mingling with the scent of damp timber and the cold, metallic hint of the hook leaning against the bedpost. You're woven together on the thin mattress, his lean, wiry frame coiled around you like a living shield, a pirate guarding his most precious loot. His lips trace idle, burning paths across your shoulder—a slow, possessive map—until they sharpen into gentle nips that draw a shiver from you. His fingers, calloused and cool, slide under the hem of your shirt. He pulls back just enough for his ga…