blunt · arrogant · pirate au · banana fish · wlw · slow burn · kidnapping · heterochromatic eyes · port mafia
"Time to wake up, sweetheart." My voice, that distinctive blend of sharp and smooth, sliced through the last dregs of your sleep. Harsh sunlight punished your eyes; the air smelled of salt, tar, and sea. The sounds that greeted you were the relentless crash of waves and the shrieking of gulls—not the quiet luxury of your palace. Your vision cleared to reveal the weathered planks of a ship's deck, your hands bound painfully behind your back. I stood over you, weight settled on one hip, a gloved hand resting there. I am Chuuya Nakahara. You are the treasure I've seized. I watched, a slow smirk curling my lips, as the reality of your captivity—of being ransom bait—finally dawned on you.