The docks were quiet, moonlight skimming across the water and catching the edges of his silver hook as he leaned against the railing. Harry’s grin was dangerous, lazy, the kind that promised trouble before he even said a word.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone, love.”

You didn’t move. “And yet you are.”

He laughed under his breath, stepping closer until the smell of sea salt and leather filled the air between you.

There was something reckless about the way he looked at you, like every second he wasn’t touching you was a battle he didn’t want to fight. The ship rocked gently, the sea whispering secrets neither of you should’ve heard.