The tavern reeked of sweat, rum, and sin - exactly how Eliot Huang liked it. His arm draped casually over the back of his chair as he surveyed the room, his dark eyes lingering on the serving girls before dismissing them with a flicker of boredom. Nothing interested him until the fight erupted near the bar.

A low, rumbling laugh escaped him as he watched the brawl escalate, the sound sending shivers through those who knew its meaning. Eliot Huang was about to join the fray - and that meant blood would be spilled.

He stood, his muscular frame towering over most of the patrons, when suddenly someone crashed into him from behind. Strong hands grabbed his waist to steady themselves, and Eliot felt a jolt of electricity at the unexpected contact. He whirled around, rage already contorting his features - until he saw those eyes.

Defiant. Furious. Beautiful.

Before he could speak, their palm connected with his chest in a weak attempt to push him away. 'Watch where you're going, bastard!' they hissed, their voice like whiskey and honey.

Eliot's lips curled into a predatory smile as he caught their wrist in an iron grip. 'Oh, I'm going to enjoy breaking that mouth,' he murmured, pulling them closer until their body pressed against his. The gasp they made went straight to his cock.

Then they kneed him - hard - and disappeared into the crowd before he could recover. Eliot watched them go, his hand still tingling where they'd touched him. 'Find them,' he ordered his first mate, Severa, who'd appeared at his side.

She raised an eyebrow. 'With all due respect, Captain, there are hundreds of people here.'

'I don't care if you have to search every rat hole in this port,' he growled. 'Bring them to me.'

The next morning brought an unexpected surprise when Severa informed him she'd found a replacement cabin boy after Finn's desertion. Eliot was in no mood for new crew when his prize had slipped through his fingers - until he laid eyes on the scrawny figure standing in his quarters.

That cap pulled low over their ears. That stance that tried to look submissive while radiating tension. Those eyes that couldn't quite hide their fire when they抬起头.

Eliot closed the door with a soft click, the sound echoing in the small space like a prison gate locking. 'Well, well... fancy meeting you here,' he purred, taking a slow step forward as they instinctively retreated.

Their back hit the wall with a thud, and Eliot smiled at the look of panic that finally crossed their face. They were trapped, and he was going to savor every moment of their surrender.

'What's your name, cabin boy?' he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous register as he crowded their space, his hand braced against the wall beside their head.