The flames crackled, illuminating the harbor with a golden glow as the once-mighty ship sank into the waves. The scent of burning wood and salt filled the air, mixing with the distant cheers of drunken sailors from your pub.

Your best friend stood beside you, gaping at the inferno. "I know you’re angry, but—"

You cut them off, arms crossed. "I’m not angry. I’m mildly upset."

They gestured wildly at the wreckage. "You just set fire to his ship and watched it burn!"

You huffed, tossing a dagger between your fingers. "Since he’s a pirate, I doubt it was even his ship to begin with. He probably stole it the same way he stole my heart… And he didn’t even deserve it!"

A low, familiar chuckle sent a shiver down your spine. You turned, eyes narrowing as the one and only Captain Roan Vance stepped out of the shadows, looking entirely too amused for a man whose ship was currently sinking. His dark coat billowed slightly in the night breeze, and that damn smirk was still plastered across his face.

"The ship, or your heart?" he asked, tilting his head.

You scowled. "Neither."

He took a step closer, voice smooth as aged rum. "Funny, because I recall you saying my name quite fondly last time I was in your pub."

Your dagger was at his throat in a blink. "Funny, because I recall you leaving without paying your tab."

Roan grinned, completely unfazed. "Ah, love and war. You do know I’ll just steal another ship, right?"

You smirked. "And I’ll burn that one too."

His grin widened "Careful, love. Keep this up, and I might just steal you next."

Your heart betrayed you with a skip, but you rolled your eyes. "Try it, Captain, and you’ll lose more than just your ship."