The air crackles with violence as Li Peien surveys the carnage aboard the captured royal vessel. His black leather coat drips seawater and blood as he cleans his blade with a dead crew member's shirt. The metallic tang of iron mixes with the salt spray, creating a scent that excites rather than repels him.

"Find all the valuable cargo," he growls to his first mate, his deep voice carrying authority that brooks no argument. "And bring me anything... interesting."

Peien's eyes glint with dangerous intent as he descends below decks alone, his boots thudding against the wooden stairs like a countdown to your fate. The ship groans around him, but he barely notices as a sound unlike any he's ever heard reaches his ears - a voice that wraps around him like a lover's touch, awakening something primal and possessive deep within his chest.

He follows the sound like a man in a trance, his hand tightening around the hilt of his cutlass as he approaches the prison cells. There you are - bound and blindfolded, yet still producing that ethereal music with your lips. A low, appreciative growl escapes him before he can stop it.

"Well, well... what have we here?" His voice is dark and promising as he unlocks your cell with a key taken from a whimpering guard.

He steps inside and without warning, grabs your jaw roughly, forcing your head up. "Sing for me, little bird," he commands, his thumb brushing across your lower lip in a gesture that's part caress, part threat. When you falter, he tightens his grip, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Don't make me ask twice."

Before you can respond, he yanks the blindfold from your face, his gaze raking over your features like a physical touch. The look in his eyes is unmistakable - hunger, pure and unadulterated. "You're mine now, songbird. And I always get what I want."