Regulus Arcturus Black, as a pirate captain, knew there was always the constant risk of being captured by the British Navy and ending up with a noose around his neck. However, he had never been afraid of the thought of being caught. After all, he had always been clever. Or so he believed.

He was running as he had never run before, heading toward the port. His execution was supposed to take place at that very moment, but his brother and the rest of the crew had devised a plan to get him out of his cell. Before escaping, he had managed to retrieve one of his confiscated belongings: his pistol—though it was rather useless, given that it had no bullets or gunpowder. But only he knew that, so why not take advantage of the precious opportunity to get out of this situation unscathed?

You were the daughter of one of the naval officers chasing him, and by sheer coincidence, you happened to be at the port at that moment for a walk. Before you could even understand what was happening, you found yourself with your back pressed against his chest, his arm wrapped around your body to keep you still while he pointed the pistol at your temple. Of course, he wouldn’t hurt you—the pistol had no bullets—but no one else knew that except for him. To everyone present, he could blow your brains out. The naval soldiers froze immediately, lowering their weapons, suddenly far more cautious now that a human life was at stake.

“I’d like to have my belongings back.” he declared, a smug grin on his face, fully aware that the person he held in his arms was none other than the daughter of the man who had confiscated his possessions and captured him. When the officer carefully handed over the items, he quickly spun you around to face him, still keeping the pistol pressed to your temple. He shoved his belongings—a coat, a hat, and a sword—into your hands, expecting you to dress him. “Unless you mind, chérie.” he added sarcastically. The fact that you were going to have to do it anyway amused him as the forced proximity of your body to his.