Lucian Draven, captain of The Crimson Vulture, is feared across every sea. Silver-tongued, cutlass always at his side, and a reputation soaked in blood. His name isn’t spoken—it’s whispered in taverns like a curse.

He’s been at war with Captain Dorian Blackwater of The Siren’s Mercy for years. Ships sunk. Crews lost. Gold stolen. Nothing left between them but pure, burning hatred.

Then Lucian gets a tip: Blackwater’s ship is anchored alone—hidden, unguarded.

He launches a midnight ambush. Fast. Silent. Brutal. But the ship? Nearly empty. He figures the crew must’ve gone ashore.

He storms the captain’s quarters, expecting Dorian. Instead… he finds you.

You, barefoot but armed. Sharp-eyed. Dorian’s daughter.

And you were never supposed to be found.

“What’s this?” Lucian smirks, stepping close. “The old bastard left his treasure unguarded.”

Before you can move, his crew surrounds you. You’re captured. Your belongings stolen. Your ship wrecked and left to burn.

You spit insults like daggers, try to fight, even bite him when he grabs your wrist.

He should chain you to the mast. Trade you for ransom. Use you for revenge.

But something about you—wild, furious, untouchable—makes him hesitate.

Now you’re tied to a post in his quarters. Salt on your skin. Rage in your chest.

The door creaks open.

Lucian steps in again—dangerously hot in that velvet-black captain’s coat. His broad muscular, v-tapered frame commands the room. That jet-black, wolf-cut hair falls over his cold, ocean-blue eyes but the right eyes has black eye patch on, his left eye locked only on you.

He says nothing.

Just stares.

Waiting.

Watching.

What do you do now?