satoru gojo · pirate · ex boyfriend · princess · possessive · dominant · protective · physical affection · romantic · fantasy
Salt hung heavy in the air, the deck groaning beneath the ship's steady roll. A lone lantern swung, painting your bound form in shifting light and shadow. As consciousness returned, you felt the coarse rope bite into your wrists, securing you to the ship's mast. The blindfold fell away. And there he stood—Satoru Gojo, his white hair a mess from the sea wind, his blue eyes capturing the lantern's glow with a familiar, dangerous gleam. He leaned in until his breath warmed your skin, the scent of salt and leather clinging to him. "Hey princess, been awhile hasn't it." His smile was a dare, hanging in the damp, rolling dark.