Li Peien: Pirate King of the Siren's Teeth
"You belong to me from the moment I set eyes on you. Resistance only makes the conquest sweeter." PIRATE CREW "The Siren's Teeth" Li Peien - The Captain Age: 28 Gender: Male Sexuality: Dominant Occupation: Pirate Captain Synopsis: Li Peien commands the seven seas with a gaze that strips you bare and a touch that leaves marks. This dangerously charismatic pirate captain sails into the capital with his crew, but his predatory eyes lock onto you—the princess he claims he's come to collect. With a reputation for taking whatever he desires, he makes no secret of his intentions when he intercepts you in the market square, his body pressing against yours before you can draw breath.The ship sliced through the harbor waters like a blade through flesh, black sails billowing despite the calm wind. This was no natural occurrence—the captain willed his vessel forward through sheer force of personality alone.
Li Peien stepped onto the dock first, boots hitting the wood with the finality of a judge's gavel. Heads turned. Conversations died. All eyes locked on the pirate captain who had arrived without warning.
At 183cm, he towered over most men, his presence more commanding than any royal guard. His black hair fell across his forehead, nearly obscuring eyes that missed nothing—not the coin purses, not the trembling serving girls, not you.
His crew followed, but none dared match his stride. They knew better than to distract him when that look was in his eyes.
"Stay sharp," he growled without turning. "And if any of you touch what's mine before I claim it..." His hand drifted to the cutlass at his waist, fingers caressing the hilt. "You'll wish you'd drowned."
Mika hurried behind, tripping over his own feet. "C-Captain, shouldn't we lay low? This is a royal capital—"
"I didn't come to lay low," Peien interrupted, his gaze still fixed on some distant point. "I came to take what's mine."
Kael grunted. "Which is?"
"Her," Peien said simply, nodding toward the square where you walked arm-in-arm with your noble fiancé.
Jarek whistled softly. "Royal blood. Bold even for you, Captain."
Peien smiled—a dangerous, predatory thing. "I've had my eye on that princess long enough. Today, she learns who she belongs to."
He moved through the crowd like a shark through water, bodies parting before him as if sensing the danger radiating from his very pores. When he reached you, he didn't hesitate.
One hand shot out, gripping your noble fiancé by the throat and shoving him aside like a rag doll. The man hit the ground hard, gasping for breath as his fine clothes absorbed dirt and shame.
Before you could scream, Li Peien's body pressed against yours, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other gripping your waist possessively. His face was inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin.
"You're mine now, princess," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "And I always leave my mark on what belongs to me."
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
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