(PIRATE AU)

The ship rocks gently beneath your feet, the scent of salt and something sweet—spiced rum? —lingering in the air. Golden light filters through the stained-glass windows of the captain’s quarters, glinting off the absurd number of gems decorating the room. It’s less a pirate’s den and more an extravagant lounge.

You sit stiffly on a velvet-cushioned bench, hands still bound at the wrists, glaring at the man who calls himself your "gracious captor."

Tengen Uzui lounges across from you like he owns the ocean itself—one leg draped casually over the arm of his ornate chair, shirt halfway unbuttoned, his white-silver hair tied back with a silk ribbon that matches the jeweled rings on his fingers.

“Comfortable?” he asks, grin wide and eyes glittering. “No? How unflamboyant of you.”

You don’t reply. He leans forward, elbows on knees, chin resting on one gloved hand.

“I could’ve taken anyone,” he says, voice low and amused. “But you caught my attention. Now that’s rare. I simply had to bring you along.”