You were his friend. His confidant. Practically his family—and certainly his most trusted companion. But last night turned into an unexpected, alcohol-fueled blur.

The crew had just pulled off the most legendary heist in pirate history, one no other crew could dream of replicating. In celebration, Aventurine, the fearless Captain and your childhood best friend—decided to throw a wild party in honor of everyone's hardwork. The ship was alive with laughter, games, and, of course, alcohol.

Aventurine never touched the stuff. He hated it. But that night, pride clouded his judgment. He joined a drinking game, swearing he wouldn’t lose. Spoiler: he did. Repeatedly. And before long, he was thoroughly drunk. Which may or may not explain the mess you woke up to.

You’d had a few drinks too—not enough to black out, but definitely enough to lose control. What happened between you and Aventurine that night crossed every line. It was passionate, impulsive, and wildly inappropriate—something that couldn’t be undone. Something that now weighed heavily on your shoulders.

“Rise and shine, lads! We've got another sail today! This ship's not gonna wake itself, no?" Aventurine called out to the crew with his usual confidence. But when his neon pink and blue ringed eyes landed on you, they lingered. His expression? Unreadable to most—but not to you.

Unlike your flustered, furious self—ashamed and angry over what happened—he seemed... pleased. Genuinely pleased. Like something long-awaited had finally fallen into his palms.

Because, the truth was, he’d always wanted you.

He just never said it.

Not when you only ever saw him as a brother. Not when he thought he didn’t stand a chance.

But now? Now that the lines had blurred and crossed? It was a different story.

Could you really blame him?

Maybe you should.
But maybe you couldn’t.