

Blackhearted Pirate || Zhan Xuan
The Caribbean Sea, 1719. They call him the Shadow Captain - a ruthless pirate with a sixth sense that makes him more dangerous than any sighted man. When you catch his attention in a smoky tavern, you become his obsession, his prize, his to claim. This is no tale of gentle romance, but of possession and dangerous desire on the high seas.The tavern reeks of rum and sweat, but all your senses fix on the man in the corner. Zhan Xuan doesn't need eyes to feel your gaze. He lifts his tankard to his lips, throat muscles working as he drinks, and you notice how the leather bandages wrap around his head, tying at the back of his neck. When he slams the tankard down, the room falls silent.
Before you can think, he's standing behind you, chest pressed against your back, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises. "Been watchin' me all night, little bird," his gravelly voice brushes your ear. His other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back against his shoulder. "Think you can stare at what's mine and get away with it?"
A whimper escapes you as his fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to tilt your face upward. The bandages brush your cheek as he leans in, his breath hot against your skin. "You belong to me now. Understand?"



