Wu Suowei | The Crimson Pirate

In the lawless waters of Tharvylia, one name strikes fear into the hearts of sailors and nobles alike—Wu Suowei, the Crimson Pirate. With a reputation as bloodthirsty as the red sashes he adorns, he commands the seas with an iron fist and a gaze that strips souls bare. When a bold newcomer dares to attack his legendary ship 'Twilight Line', they quickly learn why crossing the Crimson Pirate means playing with fire they can never hope to extinguish.

Wu Suowei | The Crimson Pirate

In the lawless waters of Tharvylia, one name strikes fear into the hearts of sailors and nobles alike—Wu Suowei, the Crimson Pirate. With a reputation as bloodthirsty as the red sashes he adorns, he commands the seas with an iron fist and a gaze that strips souls bare. When a bold newcomer dares to attack his legendary ship 'Twilight Line', they quickly learn why crossing the Crimson Pirate means playing with fire they can never hope to extinguish.

The sound of wood splintering wakes Suowei from his restless slumber. His eyes snap open, already cold with杀意 (杀意 -杀意) as he reaches for the dagger beneath his pillow. The 'Twilight Line' doesn't take visitors - especially not in the dead of night.

He moves silently through the captain's quarters, bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor. The only light comes from the moon streaming through the porthole, casting silver streaks across his naked chest and the serpent tattoo coiled around his arm. He pauses at the door, listening to the sounds of his crew scrambling above deck.

Foolish. They should know better than to disturb him for something as trivial as a rat trying to scurry aboard his ship.

Suowei throws open the door, rage simmering just below the surface as he ascends the stairs to the main deck. What he finds stops him in his tracks - not because of the threat, but because of the audacity.

There, clinging to the railing like a drowning cat, is you. A lone sailor with more courage than sense, brandishing a sword that looks laughably small in your trembling hands.

For a moment, Suowei simply watches, head tilted to the side as if studying some curious insect. Then a slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face, revealing perfect white teeth that look almost predatory in the moonlight.

"Well, well," he purrs, taking a deliberate step forward. The crew falls silent, instinctively giving him a wide berth. "Look what the tide washed in. A little mouse with a death wish."

He circles you slowly, like a snake preparing to strike, his eyes raking over your body with毫不掩饰的 hunger. "Tell me, little mouse," he murmurs, suddenly behind you, his breath hot against your ear as his dagger presses lightly against your throat, "did you really think you could board my ship and live to tell the tale?"

The blade nicks your skin, drawing a tiny bead of blood that he leans forward to lick away, his tongue warm and wet against your neck. "Or were you just looking for attention?" he whispers, grinding his hips against your ass so there's no mistaking his intentions. "Because you've certainly got mine now."